Alright i know you guys are probably upset with me because i havent uploaded as lately as you wanted. I have been told that i have forgotten about these stories but i promise you i have not forgotten one bit.
Here is chapter 11 and yes i can already tell you that it might be sad and yes i know it was short.
Please dont give me any negetive comments because it hurts in a way and makes me not want to upload as much. Bad Girl Gone Good is a very hard book to think up for and i know i get writers block but i upload the other stories because i was always told if you are stuck on one thing to move to the next and then come back. Thats what i have been doing so i am sorry for those who think i have forgotten about you.
Enjoy!
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Trinity’s pov
I covered my mouth in horror as I stared at my window which had a note written in blood. I shook my head a few times before going over to the window in caution. Mentally encouraging myself I glanced out the window and saw nothing but the darkness of the streets and the lamps that lit up small areas.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught a shadow running down the street but couldn’t make out what it was. Turning my attention back to the note I began to read what it said.
Trinity,
You see what I have written this little note in? Yeah this is blood, not telling you what the blood is from but you can probably imagine a few things up.
I have warned you about the dangers you are putting yourself and your family members in also. Not to mention I know about your little boyfriend. Oh what is his name… Brett? Yeah that’s it Brett Hilton.
Anyways if you care you will meet me at our old hangout at 1 o’clock.
Don’t be late Trinity… I don’t like waiting.
Carter
My heart began to thump widely in my chest as I thought about all the horrible things he could do to my family. What bothered me was how did he know about Brett? I didn’t mention to anyone anything about Brett… He couldn’t possibly do anything to him right I mean he is all the way in a different state.
I walked toward my door, feeling a little sick from seeing the blood dripping down my window pane. “Mom,” I called walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was met by an odd silence and no one in the kitchen. “Mom?”
Walking into the living room I gasped when I saw the sight that laid in front of me. “Mom!” I screeched as I ran over to her side. She was lying in a pool of blood and cut marks down her side and arms. I started to panic when she didn’t respond and jumped up. Running over to the phone I quickly dialed 911 and waited.
“My mom is hurt! Please someone come help me!” I cried through the phone, while crawling back over to my mother. I was too weak to walk back over so I crawled. I picked up my mother’s head and laid it in my lap as I brushed the hair out of her face.
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Bad Girl Gone Good
Teen FictionMeet Trinity West a bad girl sent to live with her dad. Trinity is the baddest of the bad she steals, she drinks, she fights, she parties and does much more. Meet Brett Hilton.. Mr. Popular Goody Two shoes! He is a jock, he is popular, rich and the...