What She Fights For (On hiatus)

prologue

A/N: This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 What She fights for 

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"Your worthless, you hear me! If I ever get my hands on you again you better be ready!" his rough voice echoed through my head as I punched the bag repeatedly. Be prepared I reminded myself, don't let anything get in the way. As longs as you keep a low profile he will never find you .He can't hurt you again. No, he can't hurt us again. I won't let him.

Those words were the last words i heard him say before we left. That was 2 years ago. we now live in the small town of Brookview. I've never told anyone what happened and why I have the scars I have. After what happened with Brandon, I don't think I can trust any guy again. He was the first person I let in and he broke my heart with no remorse. after a few more punches,  I grabbed my hoodie and and jogged back home.

As I was making my way down to my house, I heard shouts from an alley way. Being the naive and stupid girl I am, I followed the voices; only to find buff vulgar men cheering on people who were street-fighting.

As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, my eyes locked on one fighter. he was hot and there was no denying those muscles that he had. I looked longer raking in his appearance and his hypnotizing green eyes only to find out I was looking at 'the' Dean Taylor. Our schools resident bad boy at school fights too? Should've seen it coming.

I must have zoned out for awhile because there was someone behind me and I jolted when I felt a pair of rough hands encircle my waist from behind.

"Hello, what's a pretty lady like yourself doing in a place like this, looking for some fun?" he whispered into my ear gruffly, his breath reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

He didn't give me time to reply before forcefully pushing my body closer towards him. I quickly wriggled out of his grip, pushed him with all of my strength to the concrete wall and punched him square in the jaw before he could react.

I know that my seem harsh of whatever, but one thing people should know is never touch me, if they do I usually flinch back remembering what 'he' did to me or react like I did just now.

He started cussing profusely then began making his way to me clutching his nose. I thought fast and used my speed against him and I started heading out the alleyway with my hoodie flapping behind me.

Before I turned the corner I looked back to find no one other than Dean looking at me with an unreadable expression. I quickly put  my hoodie back over my head and left without looking back. I just hope he doesn't recognize me.

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People have always told me to expect the unexpected, but nothing could ever prepare me for what happened this year.

If anyone one ever told me that I would spend my senior year trying to avoid notorious bad boy Dean that hasn't shown interest in me me before, whatsoever; and getting into dangerous and compromising situations with him, I would have laughed. You know what they say though, 

Always expect the unexpected. That's exactly what I should've done.

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A/N: Hey again I know the prologue is short, but  the other chapters will hopefully make up for it. Dedicated to my awesome  Martian Awkstbh. Cause I know you would  most likely go hulk and hurt someone like that if they touched your cookies. Please check out her stories, especially if you like fanfics :)

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