Don't Push Me

Don't Push Me

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She was running, running until she tripped, that is. The girl had fallen on her ankle into a deep ditch full of water from the downpour of the day. Her clothes now drenched and her ankle now injured, she still attempted to escape her fate. Snickering. Cackling, menacing laughter. 'It's him...' By "him," the sixteen year old highschool-er meant, nonetheless, her father. Her supposedly dead father. A snap. The sound of leather brushing against denim. 'He's taking it of...' His belt, the thing that leaves her bloodied and broken, scarred and weak, for all the years she lived. He raised his hand. More chuckling, more cruelty. The thirty two year old man brought his hand down. The sound of breaking wind, a scream, her scream. The teen's back neck bled, and it bled bad. The scar, the scar that would never heal. It was those faithful words that saved her, that only chance for her to escape. A click, one bullet in the chamber. A bang, A thump, blood everywhere. Screams, Sirens, people trying to flee the scene. People who feared her father, who now feared her, "Don't push me..."
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I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

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