The Thirst For Blood

The Thirst For Blood

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When Haley runs from an abusive family, falls asleep and gets kidnapped, her whole world changes. Before the psycho kidnapper manages to finally kill her off, after years of abuse, Haley managed to get ahold of a knife. But when Haley finally gets away, she gets introduced into the real world. She then gets into trouble at her new school, kills her bullies, then can't stop the bloodbath that she started. ************** She laughed hysterically as she watched her sister gurgling blood from the knife sticking from her throat. Just as she thought! It would feel as good as she dreamed. Before her bloody sister fell to the ground, Haley pulled at her hair, staring into her eyes. Haley's hand moved to the knife that lodged itself deeper into the soft flesh, pulling roughly, she twisted the knife as thoroughly as she could.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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