"It's like you're traveling down a long, cold, empty road to nothing."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • "It's nice to see you again Logan..." Liam taunted, bruises still vibrant on his face.
"What do you want from me." I spat him. He ignored what I said and lifted up my shirt. He smiled looking at the damage he's created.
"What do you want from me." I said again, but a little louder and more vexed.
"It's not what I want from you, it's what I'm going to take from you." He grabbed ahold oh my waist, digging his thumbs into my incision. I screamed out in pain and that's when he slapped his hand over my mouth causing my head to slam into the wall. His free hand was roaming up and down my body, touching places that weren't for him to touch.
In the distance I can see someone walking to their car. When they get to its door they stopped and looked up, making eye contact with me. I can tell that they see me in distress and that I need help. They started walking towards me and when they got closer I noticed it was Brooklyn Sloan, a girl from my American government class.
"Liam, what the hell are you doing! Get off of her." He let go of me and I gasped for air.
"And what are you going to do about it?" He got closer to her. She pulled out her keys and aimed pepper spray at his face, making direct contact with his eyes.
"Ow! What the fuck Sloan!" He was clutching his eyes and groaning in pain.
Brooklyn grabbed my arm and took me with her to her car. It was pearl white with chrome detailing, a classy looking mustang. When I got inside she locked the doors and pulled out of the school.
"Hey are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, do you mind taking me to the DX?" I asked.
"Yeah no problem. You sure you don't want to go home or something?" Her brilliant blue eyes were focused on the road. She has beautiful blonde hair and was wearing a red V-neck blouse, a pair of black pants and simple black sandals with gold detailing.
"I'm sure, thank you." The rest of the ride was silent which was okay because it was only like three blocks more she had to drive. Brooklyn pulled up to the gas station and I opened the door.
"Thank you so much for what you did." I told her, she smiled.
"Yeah no problem, I would have wanted someone to help me if I was in that situation." I smiled at her.
"Thank you again, I'll see you tomorrow in Gov." she smiled.
"See ya." I said as I shut the door and watched her leave. I turned around and headed into the store.
