Childhood Promises {brooklyn beckham}

Childhood Promises {brooklyn beckham}

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The distance between the friendship of Emilee and Brooklyn stretches and stretches up to their breaking point. ~~~ "Emilee?" Brooklyn asks, taking my hair behind my ear. "Oh my gosh. Emilee! Are you hurt?" He's eyes suddenly grows wide with concern. "Yeah... I am." I say with sad eyes. I think we both know I'm not talking about the soccer ball hitting my head anymore. I stand up, and fix my skirt and top. I begin to walk away, but he reached for my wrist. "Emilee I'm sorry." He says, looking into my eyes. I nod. "I'm sorry for me too. I wasted my time thinking you still care." I spit out. "I- I still care." He replies. "You sure as hell didn't show it." I say with anger, but control with my voice.
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Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town. "Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding. "We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets. Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house. "Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination. On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating. Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me. "Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation. "I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded. "You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place. The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm. Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure. Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory. To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!

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