Time slowed for me as I ran in front of a protesting teen and took tear gas and rubber bullets to my chest. I have and collapse to the ground as my ears ring. Feet trample me and I feel a baton smash my ribs. Loudly, i scream for help as blood drips down my nose and out my mouth. Accepting my fate, I lay there and cry silently. As I black out a figure hovers over my barely conscious body and lifts my body into his arms. It was. Daddy. Anonymous. He came and saved me from death like a guardian angel.
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Daddy Anonymous And The Spec Ops
RomanceA man with a deep voice saves me from the police little do I know he has some friends.
