A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy.
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"If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him.
"No" I shook my head bravely.
"If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always.
"Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me.
The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone.
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!!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc.
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A complete blackout had occurred to me while I lay down almost lifeless at the school's hallway. The smell of blood, the sight of blood made my cries heavier. Their laughter as they walked away, leaving me all alone at the hallway to die. I slowly lifted up an arm from the floor and slowly touched my head in fear. I looked at my bloody palm and my heaving fastened.
I was going to die. I knew I was.
All this didn't stop me. Dying over and over again because of his Victim game still didn't stop me.
"I'm really stupid for still loving you after what you did to me. I thought I was like the special girl you ever met but it hurts when I realize I'm just like every girl you had to screw. I'm just like every girl you had to break up with after you were done with them. It was Freya, Hillary and some other girls who keep glaring at me anytime they see me and now I'm next. Do you have fun torturing other girls just because they like you?"
I became a hateful Victim.
NB: Contains Mature Themes & Strong Language
Rated 18+
Book 1 of the Victim Games