The one that didnt get away

The one that didnt get away

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, ago 4, 2020
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Elle Brookfield was always bubbly and kind, until 9th grade, when her best friend humiliated her in front of the whole school. Now she doesn't trust anyone. She doesnt allow anyone to get close to her, as she doesnt get close to anyone herself, she stays in the back of the class, getting her school work done. She puts her hood up at lunch and doesnt speak to anyone. Nial Cullen on the other hand, is the biggest drug head in the school, or so people say he is. He isn't a drug head by no means. But he is a Huge Gangster known around New York, but he doesnt do bad he does good so he hasnt been arrested but once. ••• "Elle...please get in the car..." "After what I just saw...i dont think so!" "Elle get in the damn car!" "Fuck you Nial!" •••
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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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