Crossing Roads with the Bad Boy

Prologue

As I sat in the police car driving away from the scene, I watched the dark trees passing by. I saw the stars twinkling above me. It was supposed to be beautiful, and yet, it didn't appeal to me. I hated it actually. All I could think about was all that happened during this week. From the moment I left my driveway, to me sitting next to an old policeman wrapped in a warm blanket with my head on the window right now.

My heart was beating hard in my chest. The police guy next to me was probably able to hear it, especially in this deafening silence. All I wanted to do was scream and cry but I couldn't. I shouldn't even be feeling this way. I knew what I was getting myself into when I offered my help. I didn't expect anything in return, but here I am, a girl who hates clichés, suddenly hoping to get her own. 

How did I get into this mess?

Hey guys!

So this is my first story and I know it isn't amazing but I promise it will get better. I want you guys to comment any thoughts and tell me how you feel. I want you guys to be honest but not too harsh. Cover by @this_girl_britt

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