Don't deny it

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Hey sorry I haven't been as active but I will try to be now ❤️

I'm redoing all the chapters , so if your re-reading and your confused , I'm sorry!
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At the sound of the gunshot I froze. My body becoming stiff. Blake had just been killed.
Everything came to a halt. I stopped moving.
All my surroundings faded out and all that was heard was my breathing which was slowly intensifying.

Although Blake had given me up to die by practically handing me over to Jaron. I still somehow couldn't fathom the fact blake May have just been shot in the head.

"Keep moving." The guard grunts from behind me , shoving me forward by the shoulders.

In a flash I spin around and grab him by whatever I could grab. I recon I was latched onto his shirt. Nonetheless, I yank him forwards as hard as I could.
He yells out as he tumbled down the metal staircase , I watch as his he hits his head on the steps , arms and limbs included. eventually he comes to a stop in a heap at the bottom.

He seemed unconscious. He laid deathly still. I froze. I didn't kill him ? Did I ?

I hope to god I didn't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. That would make me a sinner

I practically was a sinner after kissing Blake on the lips.

Blake...

I shake my head at the though of him now , completely gone.

I swallow and contemplate on walking back inside.

That would be stupid. Very stupid.

Why would I even consider that?

I shake my head and bite my lip

I begin rushing down the steps , anywhere away from Jaron was a good place to be right now.

I step over the unconscious mans body and I rush down the streets , heading away from the nightclub. As I'm running away , I watch as several police cars speed past me on the road , sirens blasting as they speed towards the club. Where a mass murder had just happened.

Oh dear god.

I could only pray that my friends had made it out alive.

I knew Blake was done for. He was certainly dead.

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It was the day after Blake had just been shot in the head.

No messages from my friends to tell em that they're okay.
No indication that they were alive.

Not active on instagram , snapchat. Absolutely nothing.

I bite my lip anxiously as I flicker through the new channels. Today was a school day , but I felt absolute no intention of going. If I went to school and noticed my friends from the club weren't there I think it would brake me. I'd be so upset.

The 'what ifs' would be eating me alive , just like they were right now .

So I sat at home in the living room , waiting for the news to appear about the mass murder at a local club.

Yet I couldn't find anything.

Nothing at all.

I swallowed.

I had changed channels around 100+ times by now , and I was getting fed up of it. There had to be something. Anything.