The guy laid his cold hands on me,and I immediately struggled out of them. "George,help me!" I screamed out at my boyfriend,but not a sound came from him. 'Please,God,if you can hear me,PLEASE make sure my boyfriend is safe. I wouldn't be able to live without him with me,'I silently prayed,hoping that somehow I'd be able to get out of this mess. For now,that didn't look like it was going to happen any time soon. This guy pulled me roughly to a murky office,and sat me down on an uncomfortable wooxen chair, bounding me to it with rope. However,my captor was terrible at tying strong knots, so I was easily able to wriggle out of my bounds and reach the massive glass window. I pushed it open reluctantly,and,after taking one last look at the room I was in,jumped out and landed on the soft,springy grass. I called out George's name, and heard him say,"Over here." I took the noise to be coming from the garage area,and jogged over there,before everything went black.
When I had finally come to,I was on a bed,naked. My clothes had been torn to shreads,and flung all over the room. I felt dirty and wrong,but most importantly,scared. I got up off the bed,and went into the wardrobe to find shorts,a blue vest top and blue high-tops. I pulled the clothes on,and for the second time that night,dropped down from the window onto the soft,springy grass. Instead of calling for George,I ran,until I reached an alleyway,where I was wrapped in strong arms and pulled inside.
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Be Careful What You Wish For... (George Shelley Fanfiction)
Teen FictionYou have to be careful what you wish for,because sometimes it can all go wrong. I've been unlucky my whole life,but does my new boyfriend George have the ability to help me? Or will he just end up falling down,and dragging me down with him?
