This is the first time I've ever written in first person and had it publicly read. Sorry if it's kind of crappy. I don't own anything but a few characters and the story.
Warning: heavy cussing...for the rest of the book. And some questionable scenes that I can't specify what they are or possibly could be.
Summary: Pogue recounts the events leading up to the "uprooting", an event directly relating to a carefree and mysterious girl he meets under strange circumstances.
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2 days after
I was livid. With my face tainted red and sweat protruding out from every pore of my body, I was ready to decimate Reid Garwin. That fucking twat.
"Just because you couldn't do it, Perry, doesn't mean you have to soil it for the rest of us!" Reid yelled, knowing damn well I was going to tear him apart as his comment ended the rest of my sanity.
Caleb-the fucking angel-was in front of me then, blocking me from my main goal. His hands shifted from pushing against my heaving chest, or struggling to get my arms down and away from Reid.
Tyler was in a similar position, but Reid needed Tyler to be able to keep up his bad boy act up. Jumping and attacking from behind baby boy.
I, on the other hand, struggled to free myself from the wall Caleb had become. Behind him I felt like animal, so savage and untamed. But the pretty boy wouldn't let me bury my fists into the cock-sucker's skin, he wouldn't let me draw blood and have that ass beg for mercy. He just couldn't let me shut up that little fucker.
"Pogue, calm down!" He said harshly as I thrashed around, his hold was loosening.
"Yeah, calm down, Pogue! Isn't that why she's gone?" Reid taunted.
I lost it. I completely lost it.