chapter thirty

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No Point of View

a faint, "get off of me, I don't know you."

the sounds of someone struggling to breathe fill the parking lot.

"I have a gun."

crying can be heard, if it would've been a little louder passerby's on the sidewalk would've been able to hear.

"please, no."

the hand of a burly, masked male, slaps over the mouth of the girl.

"shh." he whispers into her ear.

she tries to shout out, "help me." but it gets muffled.

"you really shouldn't be out here all alone."

the light being emitted from a phone disappears and a phone goes flying, landing across the parking lot, completely shattered.

last young renegade // geoff wigington auWhere stories live. Discover now