Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Eleven- Death of Me (Demons)

Chapter Eleven- Death of Me ( Demons )

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"No it's not happening." I argued

"Come on, Snow, stop being a wimp." Dylan smirked.

"It's not being a wimp, it's being smart not stupid." I countered back at him.

"Excuses, excuses, come on it's not like you're going to die." He joked but in truth, I did feel like I was walking into a death trap.

"That is exactly my point! I don't want to die!" I yelled at Dylan.

"I thought we were through the whole 'I don't trust you thing', Snow. Come on, nothing is going to happen, I swear my life on it." He walked closer to me until he was towering over me. God I hate being short.

"No sorry you can swear your life on it all you want but I'm still not going to." I stepped back from him and crossed my arms over my chest.

          Frustrated, Dylan, covered his face with his hands and let out a long sigh.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope sorry but there's no way in hell I'm getting on that thing."

          Now you might be confused as to why, and what me and Dylan are arguing about. Well this morning he came to pick me up at my house to go to school. Just like he's done for the past two weeks, but this morning it's different. Today he brought his motorcycle.

          Now let me repeat that he BROUGHT his MOTORCYCLE!

          Yeah, there is no way I'm riding on that thing.

           Along with picking me up and dropping off from school he has also made it his job to check my arms for cuts EVERYDAY. It's kind of getting annoying if you ask me. And of course me being smart I haven't cut on my arms, instead I've been doing it on my thighs. Now unless Dylan takes my pants off-which isn't going to happen-he's not going to see my cuts.

          And while I'm getting you guys up to speed the bruise on my face healed and the scratches that, Teresa, gave me healed too. Also turns out that, Maxine, was Dylan's cousin. Yeah, I gave Dylan an ear full about having his cousin kick Teresa's ass. I didn't and still don't like that idea. Yeah sure she beat the shit out of me but karma would have done it's thing to her in due time.

          Now on-wards to the present where Dylan is threatening to throw me over his shoulder and put me on his motorcycle. Yeah, it's still not happening.

"For the love of, Jesus! Snow, just get on the damn motorcycle." Yeah I'm very stubborn, but hey I don't want to die!

"Told you it's not happening. Anyway it's getting late and this is a waste of time I'm walking today." I went around Dylan and began my walk to school. I didn't get very far as I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and throw my over a shoulder.

"Dylan, put me the fuck down!" I punched his back repeatedly, but still he didn't let me go.

"Kitten, don't swear it's not very lady like." He taunted me. Then he gently set me down at the back of his bike. When I moved to get off he gave me a look and I, unfortunately, stayed put.

"Good girl." Dylan smirked. He mounted the bike making it dip with his weight. Kick starting it I let out a yelp of surprise and wrapped my arms around Dylan's torso. He laughed at me for being scared, "It's not funny, Dylan!" I yelled at him over the loud roar of the engine.

"It is to me." Before I could reply he sped out of the driveway down the street and to school, where my day was just beginning.

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