A 17 year old girl named Reagan lives with her uncle, but ever since the incident happened he resolved his problems with alcohol and takes his anger out on Reagan by hitting her... A-lot. One day her scars and marks are revealed by accident. What ha...
While we are in science class, guess who burst through the door. (Drum Roll Please). Blake Turman. SHOCKER. He once again comes, makes a kid clear a seat for him so he can sit by me. His goon friends right behind him making other people move so they could sit by Blake. Just as I suspected, they all have that tattoo.
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Shortly after they took their seats I got a text message from Madeline.
Madeline
M: Hey, you know that guy I was talking about?
R: Yeah...Why?
M: He's sitting to my left right now.
I look to my left and see a guy with long curly hair.
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Madeline
R: Damn Madeline you got yourself a hottie.
M:IKR
END OF CONVERSATION
Blake try's reading my conversation, but I quickly cover my phone screen while exiting out of the app to put my phone up. I look out of the window and see a Black SUV outside of the school gates. I automatically new they were waiting for me to get out of class to walk home. I absolutely had to walk home today because Madeline had to help her mom at work right after school today. Out of all the days your mom needs help, it has to be today?
Soon enough, the bell rings for us to be dismissed. I rush to get everything in my bag and quickly say goodbye to Madeline. She looked confused but soon realized why I was in such a rush. No I'm not in a rush because I'm scared, I'm in a rush because I can't wait to to leave a message to whoever sent them.
I go out the back door and go out the back gate to sneak-up behind the car from the side. Of course Blake was once again following me for no reason. I turn to face him before going any closer to the SUV.
"Blake listen to me, do not follow me any more unless who want to risk the chances of getting yourself hurt. I suggest you stay out of this situation." I tried my best to convince him to at least wait or watch around the corner and he finally agreed to watch from around the corner. I always carried a hand gun on the waster band of my pants just in case something like this ever happened. I sneak up to the back of the SUV. I shoot through the door window aiming for the persons in the driver seats neck. Obviously I didn't miss. Then The person in the front passenger seat hop out real quick and get's in his defensive stance or his version of one. Like come on man at least defend your face. I run around from the left side of the car to sneak up from behind him. I pull out my pocket knife and walk behind him until I'm close enough to snap his neck with me hands. I know it's brutal but I'd rather it be that, than a knife going across his throat.
I cautiously put his body in the back of the SUV. Once done Blake walks up behind me scaring me in the process to the point where I almost thought he was one of those guys. He had to grab my arms to keep me from acting on instinct and attacking him. I calm down and see he men coming up behind him drawing their guns. I guess they thought I was trying to hurt Blake or something. I probably should since he won't stop following me.
Blake tells his men to cease fire and they put their guns away.
"Where did you learn all of this stuff, Reagan?" Blake asks almost sounding as if he was scared or frightened.
"My mom and dad always made me take self defense classes and my dad would always make up the stupid situations and I'd have to figure out how to escape without getting harmed." I explain.
"Reagan, that's not a normal thing dads do to teach their daughter to defend herself. That's something a dad who's in a gang or is leading a gang would do to teach his daughter to defend herself." Blake say's raising suspicions, but I don't know what for.
"Blake, what are you getting at?" I ask concerned.
"Reagan, I'm saying that your mom and dad were mostly likely in a gang and the "shooting" they were in most likely wasn't a shooting, they were probably targeted." he explains quickly.
"WHAT! You can't be serious Blake, quit trying to get into my head and mess with my thoughts. First you find out about my Aunt and Uncle and make me start to defend myself against my Uncle, now you're trying to make me believe my parents were in a gang. What are you doing Blake?"
"I'm not doing anything, and I'm not getting inside your head. You're the one that chose to tell me these things, you didn't have to tell me." he says trying to sound innocent.
"True, but we both know that if I hadn't have told you about my Aunt and Uncle, you would have kept annoying me until I did." I say clearly proving my point to him.
"Okay, quit exposing me jeez." He says while his face starts to heat up.
"BLAKE TURMAN. ARE YOU BLUSHING." The boy that Madeline likes yells.
"OML HE IS" I say as I start to die of laughter.
"SHUT UP GUYS IT"S JUST HOT OUT HERE."
"Sure Blake, whatever helps you sleep at night." I say teasing him.
"Alright guys well I gotta go home and get some work done." I say as an excuse to leave.
Without giving them time to respond I rush to my house so I can finally be comfortable in my bad, take a nice warm shower and take a well needed nap.
Before I fall asleep I think to myself, "What have I gotten myself into?"
Hi again, I have now updated three times in just one day. My brain officially hurts from all the typing and thinking. I also am not used to using punctuations. Make sure you Vote and comment is theres anything I could do better to improve my writing. :)
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