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The Bad Boy Saved Me
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Ongoing, First published Apr 12, 2014
Hi my name is Elena Tucker, and this my story. My life isn't so good I have an abusive father, and a workaholic mom. Everyday I walk into school with bruises on my face, but nobody cares, they just push me around and that's why I self- harm. One day in school I accidentally bumped into the school bad boy- Vince Reed. I expected him to get angry, but he stood there shocked and his eyes were filled with sadness. I look down and noticed my shirt slid up when I fell and reveal all my old and new scars. I tried to leave but Vince told me he would protect me. I don't know why I stayed, but I did. Every since then he kept his promise. We are learning about each other and I find he has a dark past, but then again so do I. 

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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.