The Mafia and Her Puppy
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Last published Fri, May 21, 2021
The Highschool years is slightly fast paced. But I will fix it soon - - - -
Gunshots roared. Unable to see from the blindfold. Hands tied from the chair. Sweat dripping down my face and building up on my hands.
The musky air and then tense of having to hear the ruckus outside of the door getting closer. Maybe it's my time. But I don't want to die yet. I have so much..
The door opened up with a loud bang, and I twisted my injured body a bit as I tried to reflect whatever was thrown. Hands tied it was no avail. Panting and scared I listened.
The sound of clacking against the concrete echoed close to me. A gentle touch was brushed up against me and I shivered. There was a whiff of a strawberry mixed lemonade. It brought memories back when I was in high school.
They brushed their hand through my hair to get the knot out of the blind. Once they took it off and flinched in the light lowering my head. I saw a shadow and the arms next to me were coated in tattoos. A faded shade of pink rested upon those shoulders.
The mysterious figure lifted my chin, squinting my eyes from the light. Which slowly began to adjust I saw a familiar set of eyes. "Kia...ra?" Was what I muttered slightly before I passed out.
"Your safe now Zander."
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When the two have to pair up. They reveal themselves openly over the course of the year and what will happen? Stay Tuned
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