His Rose
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Last published Fri, Oct 30, 2020
He was just passing by the small town of Rosewood. He did not want to stay, nor did he want to meet anyone. But all it took was one night for him to change all his plans.
She was a small town girl, always friendly and smiling. Never looked for trouble, but trouble always seemed to find her.
"Babygirl if you don't stop pushing me...", he warned, his chest strongly rising up and down with every breath he took.
"You'll do what, huh? Scream at me? Hit me? I will not let you boss me around like your little toy. I am my own person damn it get that through your head." I scream, pushing him one last time, and walking away.
But I did not get far.
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