number 12. (l.s.)

number 12. (l.s.)

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"I've never had a real home, but you've shown me how it feels to have one." A story about a boy who wasn't too sure about a long life because of his disease. Also, he hadn't had a real home, he went from family to family since he was only little. He tied himself in a world full of trust issues and fear of commitment. He wouldn't let anyone get close to him and fought his own mind full of fear and the feeling of not being accepted. Well, that was what was going on in the inside. On the outside, he made it seem like he didn't care about anyone and anything. He was cruel and offensive. Little did everyone know he was like that because of what had happened to him in his past. The thing is, he wouldn't talk to anyone about it. In fact, he wouldn't let anyone get close to him. Or could the captain of the basketball team change that? n u m b e r 1 2.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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