I'm  Not An Asshole ON HOLD

I'm Not An Asshole ON HOLD

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I grinned as the girl muttered 'slut' underneath her breath, I turned to face her with a grin spread on my face. I took a step closer to her and she took one back, I continued to move closer, my grin widened as I watched her look for an escape route until she was struck in a corner. She glared as I stoped some steps in front of her. I took a strand of her loose hair, I looked at her as she watched me wearily. I smirked as I pulled it and took hold of the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards myself. "That's where you are wrong, dear." I said with my grin intact, I released the collar and pushed her to her car " I'm your worst nightmare "
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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