Head Strong

Head Strong

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I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE USED IN MY COVER. CREDS GO TO THE ARTIST. I REALLY WISH I KNEW WHO THAT WAS. "What's the plan now? We're so screwed." The situation we're in was too impossible. We were backed into a corner. The guy behind the mask answered. "Well, not everything is gonna go our way..." He genuinely looked defeated, even if I couldn't see his face. "Well, we need to figure something out. Especially since you're injured. I highly doubt I'll be able to carry you. I could try, but I don't think we'll get far." I swore he looked like he was in pain. "I'll be ok. You're the one who needs to stop. You are more injured than I am. I mean, look at yourself. You're falling apart. You're losing too much blood. Eventually you'll faint from the blood loss." He wasn't wrong. My arms were scratched up, my knees scraped, my head bleeding freely without stopping. Even my lip was bleeding a little, but it must've been because I was biting it from nerves. "I'm fine," I stated plainly. The statement didn't hold, however. I tried to get up, but I fell to the ground, coughing up blood. That's when he came up to me right in front of my face. "You're not ok. I need to get you to the nearest hospital in a cinch. But I have to do it without damaging anything inside you." "I'm not giving up." I tried to get up again, but fell after feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen. "Heather, stop. They're gonna be here any moment now. You need to be checked by a doctor. Something's wrong on the inside, not only the outside." "Screw you. If you think I'm gonna stop, that's some crap." He was NOT gonna take me. He could be revealed to the world. No way. His eyes held seriousness. "I'm doing this for you, ok? Stop being head strong." I couldn't. Not in a million years. I felt very light headed all of the sudden. The last word I said before passing out was "No." PG-13: some violence, censored cursing ><><><><><><><
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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