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their eyes on me as i rushed out but I didn't turn. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of s

t e

t my sobs choked me. All I could let out was a pitiful whimper. My heart was

. I pushed the gate open and wa

the pack house, I broke into another run. The wind blew

other in my heart. Salty streams gushed out of my eyes and the wind w

iverse gave him when we were 13. The same Adam who had hugged me a

en everything I could offer as a woman

and the hopeless feeling that I had just lost som

rs blinding me. I was on a semi-deserted street i

that it was immune to disrepair. This side of town was not

s down, a group of boys were gathered in a circle, trading something I couldn't see. I looked up and sa

start and turned around. An elderly man was walk

f off my pro

k a step forward, a wave of dizziness washed

rest of my body. Shoving the urge to puke, I stood

ures filter into my sight. I grabbed the n

vision became clearer. Four boys had gathered around me, the same boys I'd seen down the

d, his nasty-smelling breath fanning my face and maki

asked. His breath smelled of

, pushing against his chest

slid to the ground, groaning in pain. I looked up at the glass windows in front of the barbershop. The man

wrong wit

ed into my face. His frown deepened for a moment as he s

that sent the hairs on my neck stan

l' pal of the new

a name, p

dingy, smelly alley beside the barbershop, which was a terrible idea,

ked around wildly, and my eyes fell on a broken glass shard beside my feet. I lunged to the ground a

myself than let these boys have th

u," the leader murmured, his eyes glinting maniacally as it roamed

ing the glass shard forward. "I swear to

princess?" He asked,

s face. Adam's face swam into my head, and I

ound. "Hmmm. I don't see him anywhere around. Your knigh

ost stumbled as my back hit the wall behind me. The leader grinned and stepped forward until inches remained between us. He wasn'

to stab all of them to death if I could. I heard a soft rip and a groan as the glass shard pierced throu

e, baseball bats swinging, and began to hit me. I heard a soft crunch

umped to the ground, images befor

by pain, I heard footsteps approach the dingy alley

erson's command, and then