The Name's Carter Preston (ON HOLD)

The Name's Carter Preston (ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, mar 20, 2014
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Acción y Suspenso
*****TRIGGER WARNING***** Explicit and sexual themes, substance abuse, and potentially other explicit descriptions that may be offensive to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised. Present "You have the right to remain silent unless you are spoken to." The officer stated in a monotone voice, cuffing my hands behind my back. He opened the door for me and roughly pushed me inside the vehicle. He did my seat belt and I could see him staring at me through my peripheral vision. I stared through the gated wall blocking me from attacking the officer at the front. Awkward silence immediately flooded the car, which was surprising considering I'm pretty sure these officers knew me by now. "I'm surprised you're not crying and pleading me to let you go. Or trying to convince me you didn't do it." The police officer said, through the thick tension in the air. "Why should I? I did the first time. But only because I was a little pussy who couldn't take the heat. Totally worth it in my opinion." I mumbled the last part, not wanting to get on the bad side of the cop. "Well, it's nice to know you've somewhat matured since the last time we arrested you, Mr. Preston." He said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I mumbled a reply and shrugged my shoulders. I glanced outside the window to see the familiar houses and buildings whizz by. I wonder how my parents would react this time... As I sat there in the cop car, my mind couldn't help but replay the flashbacks of my past. Haunting me every single day.
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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

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