Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO | Another Drug Chase
"NO, WAKE UP Sebastion," I mumbled under my breathe as I forcefully rubbed on my elbow. Taking off my glasses, I blew on them and then rubbed them against my hoodie before putting them back on my nose. After all that, he couldn't be alive. Do people come back from death? I bet his ghost is back to avenge himself. Are ghosts even real?
"Seems like you've seen a ghost," a soft velvety voice opinionated beside me. I absentmindedly nodded, my jaw still refusing to meet with my upper jaw. Then I felt the owner of the voice closing in on me.
"Aren't you an angel?" She was saying. Snapping my head towards her, I almost screamed and fell back to the ground. My phone was clutched tight in my hold as I cautiously began to type in the emergency message to whoever was first on the list.
Sebastion SOS. My street h e lpk 8:46 P. M. Read.
Sylvia sashayed herself towards my trembling form on the ground. My feet began to move on their own accord as I maneuvered myself to stand upright and run. This can't be happening right now. Utilizing the maximum adrenaline rush crawling through my body, I ran but almost staggered once I saw Sylvia's brother standing there. I'm so dead.
He had a cruel look in his gaze as he folded his arms against his chest. "You really thought that you...you clumsy little bastards could escape from Thunder and live your miserable lives? You really thought stabbing my sister and shooting the drug lord would help you in your case. Well, now you have to pay."
"Oh, Julius. Leave the poor boy to me," her soft voice was lathered with evil intentions as she rested her sharp nails on my face. I cocked my head to the other side, making it clear that she was still trespassing her limits. "Look at me. Look what that psychotic slut did to me," her voice turned high and nasally as she forcefully turned my head in her direction. I hissed in annoyance but looked at her stomach and winced.
It was a terrible sight. A bandage was barely covering the large gash that opened up to reveal the sight of blood and gory flesh. The effected skin around it was bruised and swelled up. She really had gone deeper with Sylvia.
She did this for me. To protect me.
"I suppose you called your girlfriend for help, didn't you?" Her brother perked up gruffly. Extending his hand out, he knocked the phone out of my hold and it slid against the rough grounds only to land flat on the pavement. I sucked in deep breath, perspiration pouring through each pore. Then he held the front of my shirt, weaving me out of his sister's hold.
"It's either you or her, I don't give a fuck but you're going down," he pressed through his teeth and then whipped out a knife. It was sharper and bigger then Savannah's little dagger. I gulped, eyes hungrily following the movement of the dagger. I didn't want to die. Not this way. Not here and certainly not by some no-name citizens of this private town.
