The Night Games

The Night Games

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I..Knew I shouldn't like him.. or be near him, for that matter. And pushing away feelings was least of my problems. Why was I ever so curious about the abandoned factory of some sort next to our house. I should have ignored those teenagers laughing in the field of the building by the bridge next door. But I didn't. And I should regret it. And it's too late to think and say anything about it. Because I'm a part of his Games. His Night Games. ~~~ Andy Snowin never did anything bad in her life. Well at least not as bad as The Horan Brothers and their friends. She was at least passing most of her classes. Andy looked down on girls who just threw themselves on guys. Andy looked down on girls and guys who drank alcohol and did drugs, with all those tattoos and piercing'. She kept quiet. She hung out with only one group of girls, one best friend {Vanessa Alstard}. But somehow after years and years of waiting at least ten minutes after her parents said lights out and climbing out her wall bench underneath her window watching the teenagers of the night... Someone looked at her. Their eyes met. And Andy Angel Snowin was NEVER the same. **COMING SOON**
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" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse

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