Bitter & Twisted [h.s]

Bitter & Twisted [h.s]

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I start to hear my heartbeat in my own ears, it progressively getting louder from the state of fear I am in. All of the sudden the unknown person behind me speaks up. Al low raspy voice right in my ear, sending shivers throughout my entire body. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Eretria opened her own bar with her friend Vera, when all of the sudden they hear of news that there has been a new night club bar that is right down the street.... There won't be much of a description cause with this story we're going with the flow of it and only have ideas for some stuff but we know it'll be good, so we hope you guys will give it a chance. Highest rankings #12 in boxer Harry #14 in night club #58 in boxer #69 in bar #738 in enemies to lovers
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"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked as I looked ahead at nothing, focusing on feeling his breathing on the back of my neck. "Never," he whispered. "I'll be here until you get tired of me." He was holding me in his arms, with his back to the wall of my bedroom. Both of his arms were wrapped around me, and I could see the prominent cross tattoo on his right hand. I had had another attack, feeling like the world was caving in on me. As soon as I felt that familiar pang in the bottom of my stomach reaching up to my chest, I would call him. Almost immediately, I would hear a knock at my door. He would always drop what he was doing if he received a call from me, telling him that it's happening again. He would be on my front step, always, with a few pints of ice cream and comfort. He was my rock. He was my sedative. My cure.

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