What Really Happens In High School

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I was running. It was dark and raining, i heared footsteps behind me but didnt stop because danger might be lurking behind me.

I was breathing hard. In my mind i was begging God or my guardian angel to help save me.

Until i felt strong arms go around me and a voice behind me "Hello Brookie"

"AHHHHHH!!!!!" I woke up with my heart racing, I twisted my head from left to right until the back of my head began throbbing.

I'm scared drenched in sweat and panting, not knowing where i'm at.

My hands were tied behind me and i was sitting in a cold rusty metal chair.

I closed my eyes tight as the pain from my head subsided and i twisted my wrist the rope making my skin raw.

A deep low chuckle came from somewhere. I looked around, my heart rate speeding up.

"Wh-whos there?" I said trying to make my voice strong.

"Broooooooooookie. You forgot about lil ol' me?" A voice rang out

That voice........ it sounded so familair. The same one from my dream. I... i was so confused i cant remember anything.

A guy came out. He looked so familiar.

"Brooke. I'll tell you when your sober. My boys put this drug in you.... you wont remember anything for a little. Dont worry, everthing will be back to normal for sure." His face inches from mine

"Who are you? Why am i here?" Hot tears spilling down my cheek.

"Shhh. All will come in little time. Just rest, sweet heart." He put his lips on my forehead and then a pain shot through my arm and i was consumed again.

Ivans P.O.V.

She looked so hopeless and confused. I laughed. I thought i taught my little sister well.

I remember when she looked so ruthless and powerful when she was learning how to fight.

So beautiful. My feelings for her can only be mine to know.

She fell in love with a regular boy. I seethed. She warded off from her job.

I turned around as i heard Adrian come in "Sir. She is under the drug once again. What should we do with the runt now?"

I made my eyes turn to ice and said "Untie her and let her rest. She'll need energy for what's coming next.

I'm sorry Brookie. It's for your own good.

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