Michael walked forward pushing me against the wall. "Don't tell me what to do you spoiled little slut!" he yelled slapping me across the face. I let out a small whimper but I won't let him see me cry. "Fuck. You." I yelled. Michael threw me over his shoulder and led me to his bedroom. I started punch and kic...
I was currently held at gun point by a guy who claimed to love me. He smirked before speaking. "I told you that you couldn't get away from me." Michael's smirk grew wider as fear ran through me. THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO POSSESSIVE. THE THIRD BOOK IS CALLED BETRAYAL. ADULT CONTENT: Drugs, Sex, Alcohol, Attempted Suicide...
I shivered in fear as the one person I thought I could trust stood in front of me with a gun pointed at my head and a crooked smirk on his face. "Please don't do this. Why are you doing this to me. You told me you loved me and that you would never hurt me." I whispered as tears rushed down my bruised and bloodied face...