Chapter 6

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Johnnys pov

" Shit." Dally whispers.

" Aw look at the guys still sad about the broad who left long ago aren't ya." Bob, the Soc, says.

" Shut up." Dal says.

" Fuck you." Bob says. Dal roles his eyes and begins to walk away. I began to follow him as Bob calls out.

" Bet she's hot now." Bob winks. Dal and I stop for a moment then we continue walking. Fuck them.

Astrid's pov

* 1 week later *

I was finally able to get on a flight straight back home with, surprisingly with no stops on the way home. As I get off the airplane and headed out the front doors.

* outfit *

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* outfit *

As I fix my shirt and grab my bags off the ground I continue walking home. Home. Maybe.

If not honestly I'll just leave again if they HONESTLY don't want me here and I'll figure it out. Plus I understand if they don't want me here.

The pain problem I would have would be with..... probably pony the most. Maybe the only one who understands is Johnny but I doubt it.

As I was walking home i see a red car drive by but then it stops and backs up beside me. Shit. I forgot about this one thing about this stupid ass town. Socs. Fucking hate them.

* flashback took it from a chapter from the first book *

As, I was looking at them they started coming towards me. I looked over at Johnny then started to scream and run. They grabbed me by the arm. Ow. That hurt. I winced. They started laughing and calling me mean names. Some words I've heard Steve me once. They threw me next to Johnny.

I screamed for my brother's as they began to hit me. As soon as this guy with rings hit johnny I started to cry harder.

My brothers never came. I started feeling alone. Johnny hasn't moved. I think he is dead. I can't move my arm. I think they broke it. My stomach hurts as well. I wonder where my brothers are.

I don't think my brothers actually care. Maybe Soda does.

* flashback over*

It's the same car. I grab the gun out of my bag and continue walking past them.

A/N: comment what u guys think

Astrid Curtis: The Curtis Sister Story book 2 Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora