How Bad Can a Good Girl Get?

He was tall, muscular, lean and stunningly handsome he looks like the type of boy any girl would fall for.

"No we don't have any food," the boy scowled while closing the door in my face.

"Wait!, please I need help," I replied with tears in my eyes.

If he doesn't let me in I'm doomed, that man will hunt me down out here and find me and bring me back. There was no way in hell I'm going back to live that life. So I think of the fastest thing to do, I started crying.

The boy face softens as he saw me crying tears meeting at my chin, dripping off my face. He leans on the door post and stare at me with a dull face.

"How can I help you," the boy asked with a frown, disturbing my thoughts. "Um..." I trailed off scratching the back of my neck. I felt so nervous in front of this guy, and I don't even know why.

"I'mrunningfromsomeoneandfell andhitmyheadthensawthiscabin...." I replied then trying to catch my breath afterwards.

"Hey,Hey!,your going too fast, slow down", the boy laughed showing off his strictly white teeth.

"I'm running from someone and fell and then I saw this cabin and came to look if anyone was here." I blurted with a tremble as the cold wind dance along my face.

"Oh, come inside and have a seat its raining and pretty cold out here," he responded rubbing his upper arms.

"Thank you," I answered.

"Your welcome "
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