Runaway
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Raylynn Bryant, 17 and in witness protection. Always moving, always changing identities, always looking over her shoulder. Alexander Taylor, school badass and potential Greek God. Always with a different girl, never settling down for too long. Their paths cross. Will all hell break loose? Or will they both find a way to stay together?
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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