"Get up!" The two words boom in my ear. I try mustering all the strength I had left, just to pick my head off of the ground. All I could see is a blurred silhouette of him, then my face falls back to the floor. The cold feels comforting. Mumbling replaces the silence that once took over the room. None of the words audible.
His rough hands take hold of my arm, I can't help but wince. He must have noticed because he then put his other hand on my face. The constant thought attacks my brain: this is the end. He spoke to me, his voice like thorns on a rose bush. That one hand that he held so thoughtfully to my cheek was now gone. Soon replaced with the solid knuckles bulging from his fist. All I remember is the pain that followed; my temple in excruciating pain. My view slowly faded to a solid black view and just like that I was sure I was done for.
Authors Note: Hello! I am glad to say I will be rewriting this book. All I ask is for your patience, as this will probably take quite some time. Thank you! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message me.
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Teen FictionWith a horrible past and a not so great family, Danielle runs into more drama when she moves to North Dakota. Meeting a dreamy bad boy and his cool friends meeting some nice girls. Memories still haunt her. Anxiety attacks happen often. She then soo...
