My heart pounds as I run, but I can't stop, not now. Not ever. I shut my eyes for the briefest moment. When I reopened them I was on course to hit a lamp post... Swerving quickly i suddenly realised I had stopped breathing. My head pounding with lack of oxygen I just kept going.
Not fast enough. never fast enough. The man grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, then pushed me to the ground. I kicked out at him aiming for the, you know, 'soft parts'
I really know how to pick my boyfriends, don't I?
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Truly Safe
Teen FictionAfter always seeming to choose the wrong boys, can Lilly learn to trust after all the heartbreak? WAS CALLED 'HIM AND MY SPECIAL OPPOSITE' I thought a shorter title suited it better ;)
