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My Poison....
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Complete, First published Feb 09, 2015
Cold, alone, and frightened, I stumble around in the dark alley, trying to find a hiding spot, I was trying to hide from them. I heard their shouts and hoots at me, there was no where left to turn or hide. My breaths became frantic as they came closer to me. 

"Where did you think you were going girl?" The man asked me, he was only 1 foot away from me, his breath intoxicated by liquor. 
"I just wanted to dance, but you run away, I'm not going to bite......that hard." 

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, the other 2 guys surrounded me. He licked my arm, and smiled evilly. Then he was gone, someone swooped him up and threw him. I gasped as the same thing happened to the other 2. The person who had done it stood in front of me, a hood was drawn over his face. 

"Who are you?" I asked him. But he just turned around and walked away, not a word spoken to me...........
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.