Villan - hs

Villan - hs

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Mâna lui dreaptă s-a strâns în jurul gurii mele, corpul lui masiv băgându-mă în peretele clasei în timp ce profesoarea preda lecția. Ultimul loc în care stăteam nu mă avantajase niciodată, însă acum îmi doream din suflet ca cineva să se trezească și să spună ceva despre noi. Am scâncit de durere, iar el s-a apropiat de mine atât de mult încât îi puteam simți aroma mentolată. "Nu încerca dracului nimic cu mine, Rhoden, sau îți jur că a doua oară nu vei mai scăpa. Ascultă și taci." Vocea lui rece și răgușită mi s-a adresat, ochii lui privindu-mă intens. "Ai înțeles, păpușo?" A mârâit, mâna lui stângă strângându-mi coapsa. "Da." Am murmurat, lacrimile adunându-se în colțurile ochilor. La ce m-am gândit când am acceptat propounerea lui?
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*Harry Styles* "Hanna!" I screamed, trying to open the door to the black Range Rover. I ran over to the passenger side door that was just being closed, and I ripped it out of the man's grip. "Let her GO," I demanded, even louder now. The guy had tattoos up and down his arms, and a tear drop tattoo on his cheek. What the hell, I thought. A tattoo like that means you've murdered people. Murdered. "Jordan!" I had heard her cry in utter terror. The driver reached back and punched her right in the temple. Before I lost my grip on the door, the last thing I saw of Johanna was her face, filled with fear, mascara down her cheeks, and red, inflamed bruises. The man I was trying to take the door from elbowed me in the mouth, hard, and slammed the door. Moments later, I was sprawled out on the pavement, stunned and confused, until a lady noticed me. "Call an ambulance!" She yelled to another bystander. No. I thought. "No, no ambulance." I got up, and looked around for the car, which was no where in sight, and I had no idea where it went. The lady insisted I stay and get checked out as she pointed to the blood all over my sweater. I looked down, the ground felt shaky under my feet, but I had to get help. I ignored her, and started running, as fast as I could to Harry's house, five blocks away. I started sobbing as I ran. They could have already killed her.

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