The survivor

The survivor

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Hi there, before you start reading, I just want to say that English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes I apologize in advance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "All I wanted was to live a normal life, unfortunately it wasn't meant to be. All I wanted was to protect my brother, but I lost him. The only three questions I still have is where should I go, what should I do and what is next?" Born in hell on earth and ready to fight, Buck tries to live a normal life as posible as he can. Will he finally find his place under the sun, or will his past catch up with him and defeated him?
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****** PSA: This was my first attempt at writing a story ever, THERE IS A PLETHORA OF ERRORS that I am currently working on 😂 I didn't expect it to get where it is honestly, but I at least owe you a better version of it. Good story, but what's a few longer chapters gonna do, amirite ? Okay, ENJOY this lovely premature story lol for now. ********* All rights reserved. ©GiveMeAPotato Despite the bandages that envelope his body, I turn my glare on him. "Are you insane?! Why would you do something so stupid?! You should've let the police handle it! You could have DIED, you moron!" He stares back at me with the ghost of a smile pulling at his blood dried lips. "I wasn't going to die, dove." He whispers. "Oh yeah? How do you know that?" I grit my teeth in an attempt to control my anger. He wrapped his good hand around mine and gently pulled me into a hug, careful not to hurt his bruised up body. "A little dove told me, you needed me." He whispered and kissed my head. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and say, "I do need you," I pause and take a deep breath pulling away from him. "But if you EVER, do anything like that again, I will kill you myself!" He laughed so hard, I had to remind him of his stitches. He's and idiot. But he's MY idiot.

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