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The way you hold me (TeacherxStudent)

The way you hold me (TeacherxStudent)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 5, 2017
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I stared long and hard into his emotionless green eyes, not daring to look away incase he hit me again. He is far from attractive, not like I had a voice in this. My parents didn't care that he abused me, no all they care about is themselves. His Palm raised high, as if about to hit me. I closed my eyes tight, bracing myself for the impact. But it never came, I opened my eyes to reveal Mason pinning him to the wall. "If you ever lay a single finger on Emily again you won't be pinned against a wall, you'll be laying in a ditch." He pauses for dramatic effect before he adds "Dead." ____________________________________ Hope you liked that little extract from The way you hold me! There is a reason I didn't say the abusive guy's name , which you'll find out later *insert evil chuckle here* . Didn't want to give much away *insert evil chuckle* As always Love ya -Ayeh :3 ____________________________________ Protected by Copyright ©
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Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn. Sneak ♡♥︎ Peak ~~~~~~~ "So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday. My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself. There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?" "Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily." "Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match." And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces. The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead. NOTE !: This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.

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