❝𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞
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Laura Rose was trying to live her life like any teenager her age, or at least she was attempting to. Going to school...
Surprise!!! Once again I've published two chapters in one day. Now that it's summer break, I should be able to get more writing and publishing done with more time for me to spare.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far and have a good summer. Don't forget to like & comment!
Peace out peeps!✌🏻
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| 9:43 pm |
Chris's POV
"Chris!!!" Someone shouted out loud, with a relieved tone of voice.
I glanced to over to my right—seeing Laura sprint swiftly right up to me. Engulfing right away me in tight bear hug, with her slender long arms clutching my waist. I wrapped my muscular arms around her—hugging her back as equally tight.
"Good to see you too Laura," I greeted her, pulling away from one other. "You okay? Are you hurt?" I began to glance all over her, checking for any injuries or wounds.
"Chris I'm fine, trust me. You shouldn't have to worry too much about me. I'm old enough to where I take care of myself, remember? I'm sixteen, not four," Laura reminded me, with a reassuring tone of voice, as she smiled sweetly. Even without realizing it, she acts more and more like her mother Claire. Like the little sister of the family.
I redirected my gaze over at Piers, as he stared at Laura's companion. His eyes went round, as relief and shock clouded his gentle features. It took me a moment to recognize who the young man was, as Piers instantly walked up to the boy to embrace him. Tyler hugged Piers back, with both of his arms wrapped around Piers in a brotherly way. His older brother wrapped his free arm around him, using the other to hold his gun.
"Dammit Tyler, I thought you were dead man," Piers muttered, with a sentimental tone of voice, as they pulled away from one another.
"I'm here bro, I'm okay," Tyler assured him.
Piers dug into his pocket—pulling out a chain necklace with several BSAA custom dog tags. "I believe these belong to you," He handed them back to his little brother, as Tyler grabbed them from him.
"Thanks Piers," He thanked him, placing them around his neck.
I peered back Laura and Tyler, finally noticing the tactical clothing and gear they were wearing. Along with the new weaponry they possessed. I was about to ask them where the hell they got the gear from, until Piers asked them both,
"Hey wait a minute, where's Ada?" He glanced all around, looking for the bitch in red. "Isn't she supposed to be with you two?"
"She ditched us the minute we got here Piers. I never trusted her anyways," Tyler answered, using a distasteful tone of voice.
