This song 'HangingTree' from Mockingjay Part1 is stuck in my head! Love it! That reminds me have any of yall seen that movie? Well contiue reading loves.
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All the guys instantly go silent once their eyes laned on the huge purple, black, and blue bruises. That last for about... hmm I'd say 8 seconds until the one in passanger seat screams making Fox jump in surprise and yank at the wheel, swearving on both sides of the road, barley missing getting hit head on by a huge 18-wheeler. I do mind you that all these boys are doing are screaming like girls along with my lower piched scream. Girls. Cue the eye roll.
"DEVON! YOU ALMOST MADE ME KILL ALL OF YOU! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" Foxal yells at the boy once he has the car back in control and parked on the side of the road. Devon, I'm assuming, gives him a 'really?' look before hitting with a, "Ya.. but did we die?" and the boys in the back start chuckling. I give a little airy laugh before my hand unwraps from aroudn the little handle on the roof on the car. But as soon as I mkae that song the guys snap their heads to me and they grow serious.. like very deadly serious.
"Sweety," the guy in the middle starts to rub my leg in a calming gesture, "Do you mind explianing those nasty bruises your sporting there on your torso?" As soon as the words escape his mouth Fox jumps from his seat to look at me. His face scrunched up in worry, it was adorable. But I won't get caught dead saying that to him. EVER. His hand tintivly reachs out and grips my shirt before pulling it up and his eyesn go big along with everyone else. "Damn..How are you still alive?.." I look away before looking at the guy by the window,"Please you don't think I'm that tough? I've had worse-" I cut myself off when I feel the guy uner me tense up really fast and quick.
I look at everyone and regret trying to act tough once I see the hot anger in their eyes. I scratch the back of my neck and yank open the door and run. Sprinting down the road I don't dare look back, but luck isn't on my side today. I stumble and the gives Fox just enough time to grab me from behind. Well it could be worse..
Suddenly I stumble and that gives Foxal just enough time to grab and pick me up from behind. Kicking and wrangling around screaming and kicking. "Fox let me go!" Finally he lets me go and pins me to the brick wall beside us.
"Tell me who did this...stop.", he tries to make contact but I move my head to left. Fed up he grips my chin and forces me to look at him. "Tell. Me." I glare and yank my head away from him and and stare at my shoes.
He places his hands on either side of my head caging me in, and he bends his head down to hover right next to my ear.
"GOD! Girl don't you see I'm trying to help?!" I fist my hands and push his upper body away and I whip my gaze to his, glaring with so much intensity. "I'm fine! I HAVE UNDER CONTROL!" He grows Ed and he hands grip my waist and I place one hand on his chest leaning away. "Bullshit you have it under control!..", he pushes me back onto the wall and turns around and rubs his chin,"If you have it under control how the fuck!?-" he snaps his body around so fast it hurts my neck, ",Did you get those fucking cuts and bruises?!" I push away from the wall with the leg that was currently proper up, "Its none of your fucking business! Ok? I deal with my problems and you deal with yours! Alright? Just... Just leave me alone!" I shake my head and stomp away and leaving him throwing his hands in his hair and trudge back to the others. Them asking questions he snapping answers back.
I round the corner to my porch March over the grass and that's when I see it. A note on the little gate to my back yard. Slowly making my way over I read it. As soon as I see the words my heart drops and I have to clutch my throat for dear life.. I drop the note and watch it sway in the wind before coming to rest I front of my feet the words still visible from my distance..
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Dear Baby Girl,
I know it's been so long and all but we need to catch up soon. After all I haven't seen you in 8 years, and I miss my baby. My sweet sweet baby girl.
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