Ashwick Bad Boys

Prologue

"Turn it up!" Camellia Roxy O'Neil squealed in delight; as 'Somethin Bad' plays through the speakers.

Wyatt O'Neil, Camellia's father groaned, but complied turning the radio up.

Savannah, Camellia's mother, laughed and sung along with her daughter. Their voices were out of tune, but they didn't care.

Stand on the bar

Stomp your feet

Start Clapping

Got a real good feeling

something bad about to happen.....

Camellia's father shook his head, laughing, but quickly disappeared when a car swerved into their lane. It happened so fast, the sound of squealing tires and metal clashing echoed for miles. The O'Neil's car tossed in the air, landing upside down, glass broken, scattered around the vehicle and on the ground. A horn blared, causing Camellia to open her eyes, wincing from the raging headache through her temple. Not including the pain that spread through her body.

"Mom...Dad," Camellia tried to move, but stopped when pain shot through her body in protest. Crying out in pain, Camellia whimpered as her eyes clouded. "MOM?-DAD?" Camellia cried out again, but no one answered.

Turning her head, tilting it to the side, Camellia saw her parents not moving. Her dad had blood on the back of his head and her mom stared at her, lifeless, blood on her forehead. Tears ran down Camellia's face before she blacked out.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Bad Boys, what else is there to say?

They are bossy, possessive, filled with attitude and dominance. But one thing that I love about them is the romances that fly's off the charts. So, bear with me on this journey as I write my first story on my very own Bad Boys. I hope you enjoy my new story, Ashwick Bad Boys. Please comment and tell me how i did. :-)

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Ashwick Bad Boys

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