Chapter Eleven🌱

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Something hard smacks into my back, sending me flying to the ground with a cry. I lay there, tears of pain running down my face and clutching my burning back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," a boy voice says. Through my blurry eyes, I see someone dark bend towards me and then a hand touch mine. Goosebumps appear. His hands feel cold... unlike Bryan's.

He pulls me and hold me to him. One hand softly running up and down my back, the other on my waist holding me to him and whispering soothing things into my ear.

It feels comforting. But so wrong. I don't know him. His hands are big. His chest is tough. He's isn't very  tall. He doesn't have much flesh on his bones.

He isn't Bryan.

I hurriedly pull myself away, take up my books from the floor and run towards my class.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.

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--Britty💫

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