This cannot be happening! I'm in a room with some sort of bio-enhanced girl, and she's showing me a scar from a gunshot, and it's on her chest! If it wasn't for her bra, I would be able to see her breasts! As it is, the bra leaves nothing to my imagination!
"Are you alright Blake?" she asks again as I sit in front of her, dumbfounded.
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry," I smile, "it's not every day that a girl strips in front of me" I tease. Instantly, her face is flushed red, and she drops her head so her eyes are hidden by her hair. She stands there though, and I can see the scar just above her belly button.
"Is that where they shot you?" I ask, my voice heavy with concern. It looks like it would have been seriously painful. The scar is pink and uneven, marked by jagged lines that look like a wild animal ripped at her stomach.
"Yes." She says quietly, timidly from behind her hair. I get up, and I grab her in a hug.
"Sorry. I can be a jerk sometimes."
"It's ok." I hear from her as her arms come around my back. "I can be a bitch sometimes too." I smile at that. I like Eve. Not like how I like Kay. I like her as friend. And I feel drawn to her, like I need to protect her. She needs someone.
Everybody needs someone.
To be continued :)
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Haunted
Mystery / Thriller"I know I shouldn't be here. I know its stupid. But if I back out, then I'm a coward, and I am no coward. Theres only one thing for it... I'm going in..." ok, this was originally an idea from a friend for how to get over my writer...
