*Prologue*
Most would think that when you live in a small town the crime rate is low,
that everyone knows one another and get along great.
But with this town that white picket fence dream is really a meth house with multiple robberies and deaths a week.
Every week there are injuries from gang-related actions, the two in this town loathe each other with a burning passion,
The 'Angels' are the calm ones but then you have the 'Demons' who bring hellfire with every step they take.
The 'Angels' are just a bunch of high school kids who are looking for something to do because they're bored, but the 'Demons' they are filled with homicidal adult men looking forward to spilling the blood of innocent teenagers and their reign of terror won't end until all of them are either locked up behind bars or rotting six feet in the ground.
And of course, it doesn't help that I grew up in the foster care system.
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Pain Is Temporary
General Fiction" "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you" he says with a devilish grin "How do I know you aren't lying to me?" I ask him "Well that's the thing...you don't" he says causing fear to bubble up in my chest" Genevieve Spencer had it pretty rough growing...
