Brigid pov
I was walking down a ally way. A bunch of jocks surrounded me. "Hey emo fag" one said. I didn't reply. He punched me. I fell. I'm got kicked in the stomach many times. I expected a tenth kicked but a boy touched me.
He carried me bridal style. The boy got up and pulled the boy down. He told me to run to a red sports car. I did that. A few minutes later he came in. "Hi" he said. I waved. He drove me somewhere. I saw a big house.
"You live here" I asked. He nodded. "Jordan" he nodded. "Brigid". He nodded. he gave me a shirt and sweats. He let me stay the night with him. I thanked him.
~Morning~
He gave me pancakes and bacon. I ate. "How old are you" I asked. "Eighteen you? "Same" I said. "What did you do" I asked. "Killed them by accident". I sighed but didn't cry. Little did I know I'd be running from the past.
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On the run from the Past
Teen FictionHe saved her from getting beat up. Brigid calls him Her savior. But the catch is Jordan does something. One year later there still running. What happens next.
