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I started to scream. ***

When I was sure I could manage to breathe properly through my mouth, because my nose was disappointing me, acting like it was the only part of my body affected by the blow, and when I was sure I got on my feet, I decided I better deal with this once and for all. So I moved closer to him and struck his jaw first, and he staggered backward and looked surprised. I wasn’t meant to be surprised, but I was shocked he staggered. Does my blow really come with force the way people talk about it? I didn’t care. I just took a step forward to finish what I started, then I noticed a sharp pain just below my stomach, and something dripped off. What the fuck… he came with a weapon. Bruh.

I was cut off as a gust of wind blew from behind me. Bang! "Ah!!" People around me screamed. Before I could even process what was happening, I saw Ryan being punched and sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. I turn, looking at the guilty party, but it's just like any other day as I stare into those familiar, hateful steel blue eyes. "What did you do?" I yell at Blaze while he holds his knuckles. He inches closer, "What the fu*k are you doing?" his gritted words make me turn, and white hot rage pulses through me.

I said in tears ,and I fell to the ground Before I knew it ,I blacked out. TBC.. How was it? This is just an intro..👊💓

I said and blasted him I blasted him three times before jumping out still making use of my spikes I carefully came out of the building although some lives were lost. I entered my car and started driving away not making use of the GPS I got to the building not maltimon Am not going there today Only God knows if I go there if boss won't cage me there again I carefully entered my room and met it empty Oops totally forgotten that Mitchell slept in Kel's room Life of a loner like me I entered my bathroom and started bathing I need my body fresh I already sweated a lot today

I heard him say to the other guy "Brace yourself sweetheart, we are just getting started" Getting started? Why do they keep saying that after all they have done "Please, please stop, I don't know (groans) where he is" Another heavy slap landed on my face and i was down on the floor again. I can feel my head spin, my cheeks swell and my eyes blurry like I partially went blind. I tried to grab unto someone or something but it was just an empty space. I just crawled around in pain hoping to grab something

she warned and turned away to leave the room. In order to get out of the house, I decided to go to the gym. I needed to do something with all of the anxious energy within me. Hitting something would help. And that was exactly what I did. I spent at least fifteen minutes pounding my fists into a punching bag. Suddenly, I saw from the corner of my eye that someone stationed themselves next to me. I turned my head to see that Blake was doing the same thing I had just been doing. When he saw me looking, he turned to face me, a smile on his face. “I can’t lie, seeing you beat the shit out of that bag was really fucking hot. Now you’ve got me all worked up.”

Dom cast his eyes downward, clearly anticipating my unhappiness. My blood started to boil, and my hands started to glow blue. Alex and Chase jumped back, and before I knew what I was doing, I raised my hands at the four men in front of me and blasted the whole lot of them across the room. Nico crashed into the far wall, and Dom smacked into the door and then crashed to the ground with a groan. Jackson was blasted through the nearest window, and Melakai hit the book shelf and collapsed the shelves, sending books cascading down on his slumped body. “Holy fuck, Ry! You just smashed the shit out of them without even trying,” Chase said with his hand raised in the air, trying to give me a high fi

Smash I stumbled over my feet as I felt a sting on my head making my sight blurry. "The fuck?" I muttered. I turned around feeling dizzy only to see my angel standing there looking like a lioness as she glared down at me. I laughed and smirked as I touched my bleeding head. She then raised her fist and punched me on my face making me stumble to the ground. "That's for taking my kids away". She raised her first again and slammed it right onto my mouth making me hiss with pain as my back hit the ground. "That's for fucking molesting me you fucking bastard" she spat punching my again. 'Fuck'

I didn’t pay them any mind at first. I got out, swiped my card, and pulled the nozzle free with a sigh, tucking it into my tank. The familiar click of the machine starting up filled the air. I leaned against my car while it pumped, absently scrolling through my phone to distract myself from, well… literally everything. Then I heard it. A loud whistle. “Damn, baby! Those jeans are doing overtime!” I froze. Great. Another voice joined in. “Ay, sweetheart, you got a name or can I call you mine?”