He held gently on my face, my cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks.
"I'm sorry"
His face was full of regret, bloody and bruised I couldn't help but crawl away from him, whimpering. He came closer picking me up from the cold ground, my vision went black. I heard him whisper.
"I'm sorry"
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The Bully
Teen FictionHe held gently on my face, my cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks. "I'm sorry" His face was full of regret, bloody and bruised I couldn't help but crawl away from him, whimpering. He came closer picking me up from the cold ground, my...
