They say when you are in love you feel all these things that you never feel before, like fireworks on the tip of your tongue. But... other times its forced... like this time.
Michael Clifford on the search again, killing of a 20 year old woman last in Denver- that was the last thing I heard before the crack of the wooden door. My scream echoing through the empty house, He comes in dressed in black. The only thing to be heard is “I found you.”
I wake to a pounding in my head, I groan, holding my head. That's when a hear a deep chuckle.
“I'm sorry baby, here.” He says, my eyes opening wide to see a head full of bright red hair. I push him away from me going for the door. “Oh come on Bella.” he says making three long strides to the door, pushing it closed. “I'm not going to hurt you.” He whispers pushing my hair out of my face, wiping my tears. I sob loudly trying to push him away. He calls to some one who comes in with a needle and some drugs putting me out.
Where the hell am I?
Hey guys new fanfic/new page note:
I'm Liz, I'm a michael girl, and I'm 15. so thats that. xo,LIZ
