If You Don't Swim, You'll Drown •Luke Hemmings•

I think back to the many times this has happened before. Why is my life so fucked up? He pushes me against the wall outside of the bar.

"How's it goin hun?" He slurs.

"Get off me you sick mother fucker."

His hand travels up my waist but he stops under my boob.

"Don't be like that hun... It'll be quick and easy..."

He squeezes me and I feel bile rise in my throat and tears start streaming out of my eyes. The pricks friends start laughing at my pain.

I hear talking, but they instantly stop when the look out the ally way. I look to my left to see four very attractive boys. One of them, a blond one, steps forward.

"What's going on here?" He yells. I see anger boiling behind his eyes. "I suggest you get off her..."

"Boys?" The prick yells.

The guys behind him run over to the boys and put guns up to their head. The prick turns back to me.

"Now, where were we?"

I spit in his eye.

He yells and throws me to the ground. He starts kicking me and punching me. I hear the guys yelling and screaming, but I drown it all out. I only focus on my canines getting sharper. The pain starts to fade away and I open my eyes. I stand and face the prick. He gasps and stumbles back, a lot more sober then he was.

"I think I know where we were. I was about to kick the fucking shit out of you..." I snarl. I run up to him and throw a punch to his face. He falls down and blood starts streaming out of his nose. I get down in his face.

"Please... Stop..." He choked out.

"To late...hun... You fucked up." I walk around him. I just decided to kick him in the balls. He screamed, and rolled over.

I look back up to the pricks friends. All but one of them ran. He pulled his gun up, and pulled the trigger. I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, and I fall to my knees.

I bring my hand up to my shoulder, and pull it back. Blood covered my fingers. Fuck. I move my hand back to my shoulder, and cover up the hole with my palm. My hand starts to glow and I grit my teeth to avoid screaming as I feel the bullet moving out of my shoulder. I feel it hit my palm and throw it on the ground. I close my eyes. My shoulder starts to feel numb, and I open my eyes. My shoulder was no longer bleeding.

I stand and brush the dirt of my pants. I no longer have my fangs, but my eyes are still probably a glowing green. I look up to see the four guys staring at me, their jaws hanging open.

"You're still here. I thought you ran."

They didn't say anything.

"Ok... Well... I'm gonna go...." I start to shuffle past them.

"Wait!"

Fuck.

"What?" I say, turning on my heel.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"Nothing..."

The blond looks at me with a smirk.

"You just had a bullet in your shoulder... Don't lie to me."

"Did you guys get hurt?"

"Stop changing the subject!"

I see movement behind them to see the prick crawling towards a gun.

He picks it up and points it at us.

OH FUCK NO.

I scream and lift my hand. An ice blockade rises around us. I hear a clink and drop my hand. The ice lowers and the guys start staring at me. I shrug.

  

                                      30 MINUTES LATER

I'm now sitting on a couch explaining who I am, what I am, and what I do.