The Bad Boy's Icy Blue Eyes

Prologue

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"Pay attention Elizabeth! If you don't focus, you'll get the both of us killed!" My older sister, Ingrid shouted at me.

She was supposed to be teaching me how to drive, but she wasn't a very good instructor, and the building to my left was way to interesting to not go and explore. That wasn't even an option.

I very slowly drove to the side of the rode and turned off the car. Ingrid was becoming extremely annoying right about now, screaming at me to 'get my car off the sidewalk' and 'come to my senses'. Well I'll tell you right now, every sense in me was telling me to go and explore.

I got out of the car and peered at the two story building. We were in an old part of town, so I didn't worry about any incoming cars before I crossed the street. I made it to the other side to take a closer look.

It was tall and made of what looked like wood, but there werea few holes in it here and there. I was so busy inspecting the building that I didn't even notice the man sneek up behind me, until running was no longer an option.

I turned around to ask Ingrid if she would come with me when I saw him. He was definitely an older guy, about 30, and he was already swinging. Something switched on inside of me, and adrenalin rushed through my bloodstream.

I immediatly ducked and swung my leg out, giving him a mighty kick to the ribs. He coughed and took a step back, but he was still in arms reach. With every swing he took, I stepped back, unintentionally getting closer to the building. When I was right up close to the wall, I drew my arm back and used all my strength to plow it into his nose.

I heard a crack and blood started pouring out of his nostrils like a hurricane, but a distraction was a distraction. I sprinted towards the car and slammed my foot on the gas petal, waking up Ingrid who I guess had fallen asleep.

My hand hurt like hell.

They never do tell you how much it hurt to punch someone. My knuckles were already bruised and swelling, and it hadn't even been five minutes.

The guy had come running to the car, but I sped up and accidentally ran over one of his feet, but I still needed to go back because I had to get off of the sidewalk. On my way back, I might have hit him with my car.

Whoops.

The car ride home involved more screaming from Ingrid, an aching hand, and a whole lot of swerving, but there was something there that wasn't before, something that wasn't physical and kind of scared the shit out of me.

When I punched that man, it felt good.

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