"THAT WAS FUN!" Said Joey. If he only knew I was homeless or anything I'm sure he would haveregretedthat kiss. But wasn't. I laughed. He looked upset although. I asked what was wrong and he said he wished he could've saved me. And after an argument about who's fault it as that I got abducted I yelled at him that it wasn't his fault. And I yelled at him about my past and I yelled until I couldn't breathe and I fell on the floor....I was gasping for breath. "You were homeless...for eight years ...? " he asked and I laughed. "Ya. Laugh now. It happens every time." He helped me up and I told him I was fine d tried to get out of his hand but he didn't leave me. My head was against his shoulder. And I was crying. Then I heard the gunshots and that voice screaming about .....a robbery.... I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. Joey grabbed me and started to Sprint dragging me behind him. He pulled a pistol out of his pants which I guess I hadn't seen. That when I recognized the voice....demon tattoos...Hispanic...it was the abducted...the one who killed my parents. I don't know what came over me but I grabbed Joey gun and he screamed at me. But I walked toward the voice and the man was holding girl up and he had a knife to her throat....his hand on her boob and he was probably whispering something disgusting in her ear....and I had the advantage standing behind him. He didn't even look at me. He couldn't see me. I could've shot him. But I wanted him to know his death I wanted him to feel it slowly and I want his pain with a smile on my face...as beautiful that is then I heard another voice....julieann...Shyanne what the hell. I made a clicking noise with the the gun and I said "freeze." He stopped what he was doing and started to laugh...he through the girl against the wall and blood cane pooling out of her head. Then I heard Joey. Him screaming about something wasn't paying attention to. Rapist and I had our eyes locked. He sent going anywhere...
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Beaten Heart
Teen FictionI come from New York. Cities full of busy occupied bodys. Like my parents...my child hood was a lie...which is why I ran...despite my reputation, depending on a beaten heart, bad reputation and recklessness...