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Everyone has a different story behind closed doors... Hunter POV "Who are you?" I spoke out She turned around quickly, quite shocked. "Ah, hi, sorry I wasn't snooping or anything. I happened to stumble across it. I'm Brontë. My eyes just locked on her; I didn't mean to -- she just caught my breath. Her curly golden hair fell just below her waist, accentuating her tan skin. Her dark brown eyes were a mix of grey and green, glistening with the light. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of Timberlands. I looked back up to her face, "You'd better go. The Lookout is no place for a girl like you."She nodded and walked past me, disappearing through the passage. I didn't mean to come across as rude. She just seemed dainty, like you don't want to mess with a girl like her. Brontë, I like it.
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"You must have forgotten, I have a gun too weakling." I smirked. "You don't have the guts." He swiped my leg and I fell, hitting my head on the ground. Pain shot through my head. He sat on top of me and punched me in the face. "Im not the weak one." He pinned my arms down and stood up. I swung my leg up from the ground and kicked him right in his package. He kneeled down, I walked over and kneed him in the face. I picked him up by the collar and moved him towards the edge of the cliff. He punched me and pushed me backwards. I tried kicking him. He grabbed my leg and twisted it causing me to twirl then hitting the ground face first. He rolled me over and stood above me. I went to swing my leg again but he kicked my leg. "And now Karene. You. Die." He pulled his gun out. He garbed mine from my pocket and threw it off the cliff. "What good am I to you dead?"

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