Turning eighteen is scary, in many different ways. But it's even scarier when it meant that any day you could be one of the few picked to fight for their lives. six go in, only one comes out.
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Duke's POV
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I was dreading tonight. That's the only reason I'm even here. In between her legs. At eight something, going on nine in the morning.
I honestly don't fuck with her like I used to. She's just a distraction for me, and I feel like she knows it.
I tried to get rid of her but she won't let go. It's irritating. Especially with the shit I already have to deal with. The last thing I need to be worried about is some bitch.
She started moaning all loud. It wasn't pleasant. It caused my ears to ring. I lifted off of her with a sigh escaping me.
She sat up quickly with a confused look on her face. I don't know why. We both know that I wasn't into it. I haven't been since we started.
Before she could speak, I stopped her by doing it first. "I'm gonna go." I grabbed my shirt to put it back on. She latched onto it to stop me.
"Don't leave." She looked at me with pleading eyes. "I thought we were having fun."
"You thought wrong." I stood up after I took my shirt back. I walked out, leaving her pouting in her room.
I walked out of her house and went straight to my car. I couldn't stay there, but the last place I wanted to go was home.
So, I just got in my car and started driving. The music blasting in my ears and the cigarette hanging from my mouth gave me a sense of comfort.
I pulled behind a car at a red light. A minute later, the light was green but the car stayed put. Growing impatient, I honked my horn loudly.
I swerved to their side, even though I wasn't in the right lane, to see a girl with dirty blonde hair at the wheel. If she didn't have her nose in her phone, she wouldn't be getting honked at.
I blew the smoke out of my mouth which made her give me a look of disgust.
Throwing my cigarette out on the side of her car, I took off while listening to the sound of her screaming that I was anasshole. I mean, she's not wrong.
My phone lit up, showing the contact name of my fifteen year old brother, Theo. Yelling came from the other side after I answered. It was my father's voice. It was tangled within the sounds of my both my brothers crying and glass shattering.
"I'm on my way."
Again, the last place I wanted to be was home. But, I refuse to let that monster scare, let alone touch them.
