The Tip of My Bullet { Dreamwastaken X Reader }

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, Y/N, Y/N, GET A FUCKING GRIP!" Clay dragged me away from the site, his arms locked around me, pulling me away. "DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH! WHAT ARE YOU? SOME TEENAGE BOY, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

Clay stopped noticing my silent demeanor, my still body, the emotionless grin plastered over my face. "Y/N, YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER ME NOW! WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING THINKING!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I finally broke my silence, "JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I grew angrier by the second, the high from abusing that man was drying out. I shoved Clay away from me, running back to him, fiery in my knuckles.

"Y/N, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" Clay tackled me to the ground, my face pressed down on the concrete, my hands forced behind my back.

I screamed as I kicked at him, "YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU MOTHER FUCKER, I DESERVE THIS. I DESERVE TO HAVE THIS AND HE DESERVES TO FUCKING DIE."

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I swore I could never do such a thing, I would and could never. It doesn't make any sense. The court won't believe anything I say. I was caught red handed...for a murder I didn't even commit.