“A fight occurs when the twisted truth is revealed and hearts are broken.”
Emily
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A swirl of the sky and ice blue collided in the orbs belonging to the second torturer of my conscious constantly. Fear, the last emotion I felt before being stripped away, glow in the darkness for Adam, my knight.
“Fight!”
“Hit him already Dimitri!”
“He's a nerd, this will be easy!”
The crowd chanted as Dimitri painted the hallway crimson with blood belonging to another, my last pillar of strength that's collapsing with every wound, but I couldn't let him fall. I won't.
So this broken girl finally fought back...
Weaving a pathway through the interracial crowd and with target set on this copycat, I released years of mistrust, inappropriate actions and a mindless life, on him, who tried to stomp on the fragments of my heart.
My fist connected with his cheek that made a sicken sound, causing the chain reaction of silence in the once, excited crowd of peers, but I didn't halt there. Grabbing a handful of blonde hair, I brought him down to my average height, while various eyes of all colours, burned my caramel skin.
“Now you'll learn NOT to touch what's mine!”
That's when all hell broke loose.
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