L.A. Suspects

L.A. Suspects

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Mystery
I don't really remember much. The lights went out and I was grabbed from behind. I was drunk and wasn't able to break free from the grip. The scream I let out was muffled by a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth. My feeble attempts to catch someone's attention was covered by the loud music and my captor. Before I knew it, I was thrown in to a barren place. Even I don't know who it was, and I was there. How are they suppose to find out? Dammit. What have I done? Everything, all of this, is because of me. If I hadn't gone to that club... I didn't even want to go in the first place. We wouldn't be in this situation. Rachel wouldn't be a mess. Nobody would be facing false accusations. And I wouldn't be dead
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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