Blood Pulse Part 4

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I put the knife in my back pocket and sit down. He sits down across from me. “What’s your name?” he said. “Bella Blood. Call me Blood. Dare call me Bella I’ll beat the shit out of you. What‘s yours?” said Blood. “I’m Damien Xavier. Call me Damien.” said Damien. “Okay Damien.” said Blood. “Why are you running from the police?” said Damien. “Drunk driving, drugs, punching a police, participating in a riot and got in a fight with a swarm of police. And every year for Halloween I would egg police cars and T.P. their houses.” I say smiling proudly. “Damn. Gone to Juvie before?” said Damien. “Yep. For like 7 months. You?” I say. “Yea. For 8 months.” said Damien. “Why were you in there?” I ask. “Punching a cop, drinking, drugs, and shooting a cop. Twice” said Damien. “Bad-ass!” I say smiling. Hmm…I could get used to this guy. STOP IT BLOOD! You need to focus on getting out of this state not love and guys!

“How old are you?” said Damien. “17. You?” I say. “17. We have a lot in common.” said Damien. I yawn. “I’m gonna crash. I can use your couch right?” I say. “Yeah, sure, or you can sleep with me in my bed.” said Damien. “Uh, no I’m good. You don’t want me in the same bed with you Damien.” I say.

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