"Johnny! You bastards! Let him go!" I screamed as they held me back.
"Lo-lolly... please st...op." Johnny struggled to say as he stared at me through blood soaked eyelashes. I struggled, and fought to get free. Then I heard gunshots, shouting, pounding footsteps. I felt a sharp pinch at the base of my neck, then saw the man holding me drop a syringe. I felt sluggish after that, everything was in slow-motion. I could vaguely hear the men shouting, I felt wooden splinters hit my face as they sprayed everywhere. The man let me go, and I saw the ground rushing toward me, but I couldn't move to protect myself. As I hit the ground, I screamed in pain. I heard Johnny yelling, more gunshots, and people dropping to the ground. Someone grabbed my waist, and lifted me up. By then I couldn't keep my eyes open, and they shut along with the rest of my body.
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"What does he even want with her?"
"You idiot! Do you not recognize her! She's John Castalia's girl!"
"Damn! How does a hottie like her end up with a dickhead like him!?" The guy asked as I felt a hand slide up my leg, and into my shorts. I wanted to whimper, I wanted to lash out, kicking, and hitting him. But I couldn't.
"(SMACK) Don't touch her! She can't have any marks!"
"Come on just a little." He said, and his hand was back on me. This time I whimpered, and cried.
"Damn she's up." He said, and pulled his hand away.
"Get the syringe!" The other hissed. I heard noises, then a sting in my neck, and I was out.
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"Wake up Lolly" A voice said as I was slowly, and gently shook. I groaned, and cracked open my eyes, expecting to see Johnny. I saw a guy about my age with beautiful indigo eyes, they were dark, and mysterious though which made me recoil. He smirked, and sat back, and I saw the rest of him. He was Houston Edin, he recently became number 2 in the Naldo gang.
"Lolly, Lolly, Lolly." He shook his head. "You were a straight A student all your life, never did one bad thing, not even a speeding ticket. Hmmm how did a law abiding citizen like you get involved with a gang leader.
"Piss off." I hissed at him. I struggled against the restraints, but it was futile.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk you shouldn't be so rude to your captor." Houston said then slapped my face, I gasped in pain.
"Now answer my question." He demanded softly.
"Go to hell." I said, and spit in his face.
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So I got this idea to write a gangster story late last night..... I don't know if it's any good it was kinda just something I wrote up. Tell me what you think :D
~Dannie <3
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Teen FictionMy name is Lolly Perkins. I grew up in the Upper Eastside of New York City. When I was 20, my best friend Madison Maud and I moved to London, England where I worked as a reporter for The Times. My first story was about two rival gangs and their bloo...