Bloody Perfection

Bloody Perfection

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Who knew that at 17everything you thought made since was confusing in an already confusing time of any girls life. In the past two weeks my best-friend since birth(Sammy) has been lying to me right along with my dad and my newly appointed boy crush. The only thing that is making since in the past two weeks is my new mysterious savior Ethan. There I was shielding my eyes as this guy was trying to rip my clothes off and grab and fondle my tits, with his other hand on the gun he held to my face assuring my silence. I was silently screaming and crying for him to stop, next thing I heard sounded like thick paper ripping and half of a scream. I was to afraid to look and afraid not to at the same time. With all the strength I had in me I freed my eyes from the grip of my now wet hands. I had to adjust to the darkness around me. As soon as I came to, I caught sight of this gruesome handsome face. From the side he looked very mature and even apologetic at the corps laying bloody and limp on the ground. When he looked at me and everything in me told me to run but their was something in his eyes and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He even looked vaguely familiar.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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