Blake
I woke up binded by bright lights. My head was throbbing.
"Blake?" A feminine voice asked
"Thats my name.." I attemped to open my eyes. It took a few tries before my eyes adjusted. I was in the hospital and Mercedes was sitting in a chair next to my bed.
"How the fuck did I get here?"
"Shane kinda beat the crap out of you.."
"Shane.." Sounded familiar..
"He was drunk.."
Ah yes. Shane. The drunk bastard that Mercedes was with.
"Mercedes?"
"Yeah?"
"I dont like him."
"I know. He wasnt always like that."
"How did you even come across him anyway?"
"Long story and you need to rest..your pretty bruised up."
"What time is it?"
"5:39"
"In the morning?"
"Yup."
"How long have I been here?"
"3 hours."
"Damn."
I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.
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Teen FictionFresh out of prison for 3 years, out on parole. Mercedes Calloway is back. She comes out thinking it will all be the same when in reality everything is drastically different
