My heart pounds in my ears.
My head spins.
Everything happened so fast.
One second, I'm drinking coffee with my brother and his wife, the next, I'm riding next to her in a car, following the ambulance holding my brother.
Jessie stared straight ahead.
She didn't speak.
She stared at the road in front of us.
Who would hurt anyone like Marcus?
He's a literal ray of sunshine.
What could have possibly fueled something like this?
The image of his face, bruised, battered face was burned into my mind.
I only just got back.
And now he's hurt.
Could I have brought this?
I guess Addie was right.
I'm quite the problem.
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People stare at me strangely as I cuddle into my Dan and Phil hoodie on a cold hospital chair.
"Dan and Phil huh?"
Jessie mocks.
She's so calm.
Someone beat the living shit out of Marcus, and she's acting like it's a tea party.
"Yea. I've been told I'm a dork. You don't have to say it."
She chuckles.
I glance up at her.
Jessie reaches into the bag she took with us.
After a moment of searching, she pulls out a black hoodie.
I stare at the pattern on it and smile.
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She pulls it over her head.
"You went on the tour?"
I scoff.
She smirks.
"You know it."
I slap my face, for a single moment I forgot everything.
I forgot about Marcus.
I forgot about Darren.
I forgot about all the shit I brought with me to France.
But it only lasted a moment.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
