self-defense– chapter eighty four
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The pain in my shoulder was terrible and there was an arm around my neck, I pulled my hands up, trying to get free. I grunt in pain as the hand leaves my shoulder and I widened my eyes as I looked at it, there were teeth on the hands. Not even teeth, but fangs, that was horrible and my blood was all around it. He was trying to put it over my face but I was holding his wrist tightly, trying to push away.
I looked over my screwdriver on the top of the jeep and I struggled to get it, I moved my head up, hitting on his chin and I finally got it, I turned around and hit him again with the screwdriver without thinking twice.
It was Donovan. My hands were shaking when his body fell on the ground so I quickly turned around and started running towards the school. I was panting from the pain on my shoulder. I stopped, looking back and Donovan was getting up, he glared at me so I started running again.
I pushed the door opened and continued running through the hallways of the school. My heart was beating too fast and my hands were still shaking as I held the screwdriver. I heard the doors opening, which means he's after me. I quickly walked over the library, trying to open the door, I quickly grabbed my card from my pocket and slid it thought the door, making it open, I quickly got in and closed it.
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