"I won't allow anyone to touch you!" he growled, his piercing eyes practically burning with passion. "But why?" My voice barely came out above a whisper. "Because you're mine and I lo-", but it was too late. The gunshot already went off. You know that feeling where the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? The one where you are certain someone is watching you. Brenna has always had this feeling her whole life but it didn't start causing trouble for her until that night. Because of one night her life would now be filled with fighting, guns, bad guys, drama, gangs and a whole lot of hot guys. NOTE: This is the rewritten version of the story I previously wrote "My Protective Stalker".

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)