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Scars and Bruises

TheBiitchDowntown

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Parts 8
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Reads 1,002
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Parts 8
Time 52m

TheBiitchDowntown

adultreads agression bruises discarded embedded fight freedom heartache hopelessromantic manipulative nights ownership possessive romance scars teenfiction tragedy

Brown locks that seemed to splash against anyone within arm's reach whenever it was windy, jet black orbs that seemed endless, a body carved into perfection hidden in those clothes made to bring her comfort not to impress, and legs that seemed to go on forever whenever she gives a flying kick against her opponent. She was the epitome of perfection and grace. 

Gwyneth.

A name uttered by the referee once the fight was done that sent shivers down the spines of the bystanders as they hollered in response; she gave me the chills. Our eyes met and I somehow expected her to look shocked or at least frightened, instead she gave me a wink. 

And I was the one shocked to say the least.All Rights Reserved

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