My mind froze. My head was full of different emotions. I am happy because Taylor is here. I was terrified that Taylor almost killed a man and I was also confused as to why my spine was tingling with excitement because a mysterious boy had just kissed my forehead. For some reason my heart was telling me that I wished the kiss to be somewhere else but my mind was telling me that the kiss shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
Taylor’s soft strong hands slowly peeled my head away from his moist lips. “Are you ok now?” he said with a raise of an eyebrow.
My mouth wouldn’t move. I sat there in shock. A tear fell down my cheek, but it was not out of terror – it was from confusion. What should I do now? I looked up at Taylor and saw that his face was perplexed as to why I was crying. I couldn’t think of anything to do so instead I just stood up. I think I stood up a bit too fast because my head felt weird and dizzy. I then turned away from Taylor and headed for the now broken entrance of my house.
“What are you doing?” said Taylor catching up with me. He was trying to get me stay with him. I blanked his question; all I wanted to do was get out of here. Get as far away from my house as possible. Taylor then grabbed my arm. His body was no longer soft and firm. It was now hard and tense. His hand was gripping me so hard I almost cried. He didn’t look like he knew how hard he was ripping my arm. Then the pain became unbearable. Then I heard a snap.
“Please!” I cried “please just let go. You are hurting me” I let out another tear to tell him I was not faking the pain. He quickly let go of my arm and we both looked down to see the damage. My arm was all bruised and slightly swollen. Then I noticed a slight bend in my arm. I tried to move my fingers and wrist but they wouldn’t budge. He broke my arm. How was he able to break someone’s arm without knowing or even flinch? He was strange and I needed to get away before something worse happened to me or someone else. I made a quick dash or the door.
“I’m sorry!” he shouted out
“Just don’t go near me again” I screamed back trying to hold back my tears “you’re crazy!” I ran as fast as I could. I raced the stairs and crossed my driveway with haste. I dint know where to go. Then I heard voices coming from behind me.
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