I squirm in his grip.
"I'm fine! Really, I am! Now let go!" I whine, but it seems he didn't hear me. So, I resort to violence. I grip his hand tightly, squeezing it tighter and tighter by the second. I begin to add fingernails.
"OW! What was that for?!" Donnie cried, pulling away.
"I don't want you to look. I mean, you're busy, right? I wouldn't want you to be bothered!" I put on my most innocent face. He scowls.
"Well, I'm sorry for worrying! It's not like the health of a friend is more important than experiments!"
"It hasn't before! Why should you care now?!"
This silences him for a bit. "Because I get wrapped up. It did matter. I just didn't know then. Please. Just let me make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine. Seriously man. I am."
But I didn't say it in time. He'd already untied the bandages, letting them fall to the floor. He froze. A tiny foot, the symbol of the Foot Clan, was tattooed on my skin. I clap my hand over it, tears threatening to spill over.
"Y-you weren't supposed to see that! I-I didn't-didn't-" I backed up, heading to the exit.
"Y-y-your a-a FOOT?!"
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The Girl that Never Wins
FanfictionMaggie is many things. A mother, a friend, a... monster? She struggles between how she IS and how she WAS while slowly falling for the most impossible of boys. How can she survive when her blood-covered hands are still ready to kill? How can she fi...
