His black hair was messed up, and not in the purposeful, sexy kind of way; his usually bright eyes were black with fury, and his fists were clenched, his knuckles, blanched. Was this the Derek I knew? No, it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
His daunting eyes bore into my scared ones, “Ready?”
I whispered, “No. No, not this early. I’m not ready.”
“If you love me, you will.”
The words were caught in my throat. Did I really love Derek? Not enough to do this. Apparently, he didn’t care for my answer. He lunged.
The next day…
I remember lying on the street, bruised and bleeding, my tank top and jean shorts were shredded and scanty, putting forth very little effort to cover me up. I was in so much pain; all I remember before blacking out, was my father running towards me, screaming, “MADELINE! MADELINE!”
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My Knight in Board Shorts and Leather Flip-Flops
Teen FictionMadeline Bell has seen it all. She'd been raped, left for dead on the ruthless streets of California, and survived through a year of rehab. Leaving her best friends, her mom's grave, and the city she grew up in; Madeline and her father move across t...
