You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

“Yeah, well. Fuck me for caring, I guess.” We kept running until we got around the front of the building. Among the chaos and the insanity, the pain in my back and my wrist grew. I was pissed off at the entire world. For Clint and his bullshit fighting ways. At those boys for whatever the hell they’d been doing on the football field. For that asshole that actually knocked me down. I’d never been knocked down before. Clint makes you weak. Ain’t that the fucking truth.

If I can prove that to you, you will give up your ideas of this dumb shit and the key to the cabin. "And if you fail, say in about three months, you will go on a date with a person of my choice." "I hope you're not thinking of Daniel." "Hell yes. And I will buy you those boots we saw online. So are you in or are you too chicken to try?" "For those boots and this nonsense to stop, I'm so in." "Shake on it?" Ella said extending her hand. "You're so on!." "She is so on what?" They both turned around to see Beau behind them.

I won’t go down easily. I lunge at the guard, leading with the small rock I managed to pick up from the ground during my roll and I smash it into his temple. He goes down with a thud, but before I can turn to check for more, someone punches me in the side and the sheer force of it knocks the breath from me.

Flesh, blood and soul. And that is exactly what I did. I went down on him. Then and there. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You wanna know how I get down? You wanna know how I get down? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After all, my job consists of telling worst-case scenarios to make my patients feel better off. As I wrote the last word, I carefully dropped my pen on the table, my breath coming in small but steady. "If only Chloe knew the face of the monster she was willing to sacrifice herself for." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. I would have warned her, but it was unfortunate she is no longer my best friend but on the list of "I don't care." Just looking at it, I believe karma was already knocking, and the backlash will be massive.

"Kay, what are you doing? Please, put the gun down, you're scaring me.put it down, please." The younger version of me in the video begged, my voice was of a little girl, I was 15 at the time, he was going to turn 18 in a few weeks. "Please, Kay— we can find help, proper help this time and we'll get you more medicines and a proper psychologist. Please, we can find help and we can get through this. Please, Kay. Don't do it."

Plush carpets covered the marble floor, their gentle touch welcoming me home. But as I attempted to turn, my foot caught in the intricate folds of the dress, causing me to lose my balance. My heart skipped a beat as I stumbled, feeling my legs wobble beneath me. I reached out for support, desperately trying to regain my composure, but it was too late. I knew I was going down. “”Damn it, why do I keep falling down! Is this some kind of karma!”” I shouted hissing In that split second, Knight's sharp instincts took over. With lightning speed, he darted towards me, his strong arms outstretched.

I sway like a drunk, blood dripping from my mouth, and I laugh again, broken, wet and unhinged. “Again,” I rasp. Knox’s face twists with anger, guilt, love and hate. He hits me with everything he’s got, a right hook that snaps my head sideways and sends me sprawling. I taste dirt and copper. I crawl back up. Titan kicks me in the chest. Something else cracks. I wheeze, collapse, roll onto my back, and stare up at the grey sky, chest heaving. “Stay down, Echo,” Knox says, voice rough.