The Dredge

The Dredge

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Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is my very first fiction, so please excuse any slight hiccups within the story. Constructive criticism is always welcome :) hope you enjoy! -tiny note Sorry for the super late update guys, been dealing with alot of health and work issues recently. So I haven't been able to focus on writing much this year. ________ After a night of hard partying, Kyle wakes up four weeks in the future after overdosing. He's still in the same Motel room, but he's alone... nothing but trash, broken bottles and overturned furniture remain. Walking outside he takes in view of his surroundings. everything is empty, not a soul in sight. then a sharp, stale and metallic smell hits his nose the same time his eyes focus on the state of the second floor balcony... bullet holes... crumbling stairwells... and blood?.. Bloody handprints and splatters are riddled all over the place, but the largest amount of it is a long bloody drag trail, leading from the front of the room doorway he's standing in...
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(Book 2) *Contains spoilers below* "I needed more closure than what you gave me." I half lied. "It feels like an open wound someone keeps pouring salt on." His expression remained hard and cold. Almost distant. "I don't know what you want from me, Willow. You coming here isn't closing any wounds, it's just opening up old ones." I let out a sigh and rubbed my hands over my face. "I just needed to see you, okay? It's a relief to know you're even alive right now." I was begging myself not to cry. Noah shifted a little and folded his arms against his chest. "I don't know what you want me to say." "Anything is better than nothing." I said as I took a step closer. "I missed you. A lot." He peeked from under the mess of curls falling over his eyes. "You want me to tell you I missed you too? Is that what you're doing here?" I clenched my jaw shut and curled my fingers into fists at my sides. "I don't want anything from you." Scott isn't gone...yet. But he still refuses to let Noah go without harming anyone Noah cares about. It's been nine months since Scott took Noah under his wing and moved away from California. Willow hasn't seen either of them since the night Noah left with the promise to come back. When Willow finds Noah, she didn't expect what she finds. Noah's completely transformed into something she never thought she would see again. Besides the arrogant, obnoxious attitude, came countless tattoos, a ring through his lip, and a new name. With Scott still lingering and Noah's new found attitude, there's bound to be a little trouble. Way more than Willow bargained for. And maybe, just maybe, Scott isn't the real enemy.

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