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A/N: This is the first story I have written in a very long time. I have come a long way as a writer since my previous stories and I hope you enjoy this story. It is a little advanced and mature for most readers so review respectfully.
Please Be My Everything
Chap. 1
Hermione Granger sat at her mahogany kitchen table sipping tea, gazing out the window, while mentally scanning her agenda for the day. Crookshanks purred from somewhere near her feet, asking for attention.
Hermione scooted her seat back and hoisted the heavy cat onto her lap, "What do you want? Busy day we've got, haven't we? School's not even close to starting and already I'm up to my ears in lesson plans that I must turn in to Headmaster Dumbledor. How that man's still kicking I'll never figure out."
Crookshanks squirmed to be let down, Hermione sighed and stood from her chair. She stretched her arms above her head and gazed around her little apartment, pictures of her two best friends waved at her from the mantle above the fireplace. Next to them were her mother and father, on the wall above all of them hung a lovely Christmas wreath filled with poinsettias, holly and pine branches. Her Christmas tree sparkled warmly near the couch in front of the windows. Her many lamps and coffee tables laden with books of all sorts filled the empty spaces of the small den, giving it a cozy, homey feel that she loved coming home to.
Her eyes fell on last year's photo of Christmas dinner at the Burrow. Wrapping her blue terry cloth robe around her she walked the length of the room for a closer look. She stood before the mantle, squishing her toes into the soft carpet as she gazed at the Weasley family, Harry, and herself smiling and raising glasses of egg nogg. Her gazed scanned the large group of people, finally resting on the twins. Fred's arm was around George, who Hemione noticed, was a bit taller than his twin. She could always tell them apart that way, unless they were separated, then she could tell because Fred's hair was bored straight while George's hair had a bit of wave to it. George also had a tiny scar above his lip, which he had acquired his 3rd year at Hogwarts when Fred had chucked a fanged boomerang at him when he wasn't looking.
Hermione felt a peculiar pang in the pit of her stomach. She missed her friends terribly this time of year. She was so busy preparing for the upcoming term that she had no time to keep in touch. The only thing she had to look forward to was the annual Christmas feast at the Burrow this year. They had held one every Christmas since Harry, Ron and she had graduated from Hogwarts. Harry was working for the Ministry as an Auror, and Ron was a healer at St. Mungos with Ginny. And Hermione was proud to say that she was now the new Artithmancy teacher at Hogwarts.
Hermione grinned to herself, she was proud of her friend's accomplishments. Turning from the mantle full of pictures, she strode into the connecting hallway to her bedroom. It was getting late into the morning and she had errands to do in Diagon Alley.
Later that morning, Hermione fought her way through the crowds to Gringotts to deposit money into her vault. Walking into the cavernous lobby Hermione noticed that it was nearly as crowded as the streets outside.
"Excuse me, sorry, I need through! Oomph!" Hermione gasped for air as she found herself thrown against the nearest wall.
Hermione saw stars, "Cripes! I'm sorry 'bout that!" Someone said from her right.
She rubbed the back of her head thoroughly irritated, "Why don't you get an eye dog?"
The person chuckled, "Sure Hermione, I'll put it on my Christmas list. If you're so eager to tear my head off I think Santa shall have your name on the Naughty List."
Hermione whipped her head around, "Fred?" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck.
"How are you? What are you doing here?" she said in between laughs.
"Well what do most people do at a bank, you silly git?" he hugged her back and took a step away from her to get a good look.
"Well you haven't changed much." He said grinning.
She laughed and playfully slugged his arm.
"Say," he said glancing at his watch, "I've got to run, but did you get your invite to the Burrow for dinner this Saturday?"
Hermione smiled, "Yeah, actually I got it this morning in the post. Is everybody going to be there?"
"Yep," he said as a person shoved past them, "Including George." He gave her a wink.
Hermione's smile faded, "What's that supposed to mean?" She gave him a puzzled look.
"Nothin', well cheerio, must dash now that I have the cash for the shop today. See you this weekend." He gave her a last smile then shoved his way through the crowd to the door.
'What in the world was that about?' she wondered as she once again tried to push her way through the crowd.
The crowd began to thin as dusk settled on London, making it much easier to walk the busy sidewalk in the direction of her apartment. Hermione wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she walked keeping her head bowed against the wind. As she walked she caught sight of the deserted department store that served as the location for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She thought of Ron and Ginny and the last time she had seen them. It must have been two or three months.
'Why not pop in for a minute to say hello?' She thought as she began walking across the street. Looking around her for curious muggles, she paused, pretending to dig in her purse she mumbled "Visitor" to the mangy looking doll, and slipped backwards through the glass.
St. Mungo's frantic lobby materialized in front of her. Being careful to avoid a man struggling to remove a biting sock from his nose, Hermione made for the lifts. She pressed the number three button for the Potion and Plant Poisonings ward. Getting of the lift she spotted a flash of red immediately, it was Ginny hustling a regurgitating woman into the patients bathroom at the end of the hall.
"Hermione?"
Hermione whipped around and spotted Ron talking to someone in a black cloak who also turned to look at her. It was Harry!
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione found herself squealing for the second time that day. She rushed toward them and enveloped Harry into a hug, then Ron.
"How are you two doing?" she said as Ron released her.
"Not bad actually," Ron said stepping away and glancing around the ward. "Ginny would say hi, but she's busy right now with Madam Marsh who keeps puking. Apparently she's had an unfortunate accident on the Knight Bus. Some old bloke fell off his bed and hexed the first person in sight. Seemed to think she was the monster in his dream."
Hermione laughed, "What a shame. How's the Ministry Harry?" She asked turning to him; she also couldn't help noticing how her friend had filled out since the last time she's seen him. That must have been before he started working. 'Ohh, the Ministry's done him good.'
"It's not bad either. Finally saved up enough money to get a decent flat and it's about time too. I just popped by to say hello to Ron and Ginny." Hermione noticed he turned a bit pink as he said this.
"Harry? Do you fancy Ginny? Finally after all these years?" Hermione asked punching her friend on the arm.
Harry grinned, "Well she has turned out rather well. Well she has Ron!" Harry said catching the look on his friend's face.
"Yeah, you just watch it mate." Ron said giving Harry a look. "Well I best be getting back to work, I still have report to do." He glanced at his watch, "Ginny should be getting on break in a minute if you two want to say hello." He said glancing down the hall.
Hermione noticed the look he gave Harry, "That's OK. I just wanted to stop by to see a friendly face. It gets so lonely around this time of year." Hermione caught the sympathetic looks on her friend's faces. They knew she lived alone and far away from her parents.
"Still haven't been able to snare yourself a chap Hermione?" Harry said ribbing her a little. "A little too rapped up in the books? Just like old times eh?" He said chucking.
"Well, I just want to be a good teacher. And no, there really hasn't been time for any "snaring" of any chaps."
"Ahh you'll find one. Well I best get back to work, hey Hermione, George will be at the dinner this weekend." Ron gave her a wink, "See you mate." He clapped Harry on the shoulder and walked towards the end of the ward.
Hermione gave Harry an incredulous look, "Why does everyone keep telling me that?"
Harry just laughed.
Hermione stepped through the wall and onto the nearly deserted London street, and started in the direction of her apartment. As soon as she got home she would file her receipts and drink a hot cup of cider.
Only a few blocks away from St. Mungo's Hermione got the feeling she was being followed. Stopping under a street lamp, she turned and peered down the empty street behind her. 'Strange,' a creep ran up her spine. She hurried on, glancing over her shoulder every few steps.
Suddenly, when she was only three blocks away from her apartment building, she caught sight of a dark figure in the shadows under the department store canopies. Hermione was nearly crippled with fear.
Just then, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind, and another caught her wrist just as she reached for her wand. The smell of rum washed over her as the man told her not to scream. Hermoine felt as though she might be sick. She struggled and screamed against the dirty palm.
"Take her into that alley," a hurried husky voice demanded. It had come from the dark figure that was standing beyond her vision in the shadows.
Hermione tried to beat upon the man that was holding her with her free hand. She heard a grunt as she elbowed the man in the ribs. He whipped her around to face him, she tried to get a look at his face but he slapped her hard across the face. Suddenly all the wind was knocked out of her as he landed a punch in her stomach. She stumbled and fell against a dustbin.
"Damn it, all the racket will attract somebody. Pull her over here." Came the husky voice from somewhere above her.
Hermione retched, the smell of rum washed over her face, invading her nostrils. Someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her face up. A rough pair of lips covered her mouth and she moaned in disgust. All she could see where spots from the blow to her head, but she knew she was not far inside the alleyway. She shoved the man away from her and struggled to her feet and took off running. She had not gone about five steps when the man grabbed her arm. He swung her around and slammed her against the brick wall; she tasted blood.
Panic was now coursing through every vein. "Wuuh. what do you want? Take my purse, what ever you want, let me go!" Hermione pleaded.
The man pulled her from the wall and pressed her back into his body, his hands began to roam all over her. The stench of rum flooded her senses again, as he pressed his face into her hair and spoke into her ear, "Oh, we'll take your purse aright lil' miss, but we're not frew wit' you yet." His hand roughly massaged her breast while the other traveled to her abdomen and below.
"Stop bloody fucking around and bring her back here." Came the husky voice from behind them.
Hermione screamed and struggled against the man holding her. He roughly held her mouth again, nearly covering her nose so that she couldn't breath. 'Please, someone help me, help me help me help me, I'm going to die!' she thought to herself as the man dragged her to the end of the alley and threw her to the concrete.
"I found some money in her purse, about twenty Galleons but nothin' else, there was no letter. I don't know what the bloody fool was talkin' 'bout." Said the husky voice.
'What letter? How do they know what Galleons are?' Hermione couldn't see and she was loosing consciousness after the third blow to the head when she was thrown to the ground. "Uhhmmm, please leave me alone." Hermione began to cry. She wished she had stayed at the hospital or asked Harry to walk her home. Hermione gasped, "Harry!" she screamed and struggled to get up.
Both men bent to shut her up, a hand clamped roughly over her mouth again and pushed her back down, "Shut it wench or we'll kill you!" She struggled to remove the hand, causing the man to pin her arms above her head.
"What'd we do wit' her now?" one man asked the other.
"I don't care, rape her if ya won to. I'm going back. You'd betta be back in an hour." The husky voice said and Hermione could hear his footsteps retreating.
The smell of rum washed over her face and Hermione tried to hide her nose in her sleeve, "Looks like I get to have my fun wit' you now love, an I don have ta share!"
Hermione felt the man straddle her waist and she looked up at the shadowed figure and saw him reach into his coat pocket for a length of rope. "NO!" she shrieked.
The man hit her around the face with his fist, causing her vision to go black and then blurry. "Please." she whispered. "Don't! Please don't do this!"
The man tied her hands and pulled up her skirt, "Now you be quiet love, your so sweet tastin'." The man ran his tongue up her neckline and bit her cheek. "You're gonna feel so good."
Hermione's legs were forced apart and she shrieked again as the bitter cold hit the tender parts between her legs. Hermione began to sob, she had never done anything like this with any man and she didn't want to loose part of herself this way, if he even let her live when he was through with her.
Hermione cried out as the dirty man forced himself into her causing such pain and anguish, as she had never experienced it. She felt tender parts of her rip and tear and she knew that she would never be the same again. How she wished she could just die right then, that God would have mercy on her and take her away right this very moment.
The man began to thrust harder; he moaned hungrily and licked her neck again. He used his other hand to roughly squeeze her chest again. He was so rough that Hermione cried out in pain and fury.
She was angry, how the hell was he able to do this to her? Why was nobody helping? Couldn't they hear him? Couldn't they hear her scream?
Suddenly he released her hands and clutched her neck. She began to choke, but her hands were free. She hastily worked them loose, she was starting to see stars, and everything was going black as she gasped for air. She formed both hands into a solid fist and drove them into the back of his head. The man quaked and fell against her. She shoved him off of her and scrambled to her feet. She reached into her soiled robes for her wand.
"STUPFEY!"
Hermione tried to cover herself as she flew to the opening of the alleyway. As she reached the street her foot caught on a piece of jagged concrete and she fell face first into the street.
"HERMIONE!" Someone screamed, she heard squealing tires as she hit the pavement and rolled to see a car coming straight at her. She screamed and her head slammed against the pavement and she knew no more.
A/N: Please be respectful and review in a professional manner. I appreciate all criticism and praise, it is the only way writers can grow. thank you.
A/N: This is the first story I have written in a very long time. I have come a long way as a writer since my previous stories and I hope you enjoy this story. It is a little advanced and mature for most readers so review respectfully.
Please Be My Everything
Chap. 1
Hermione Granger sat at her mahogany kitchen table sipping tea, gazing out the window, while mentally scanning her agenda for the day. Crookshanks purred from somewhere near her feet, asking for attention.
Hermione scooted her seat back and hoisted the heavy cat onto her lap, "What do you want? Busy day we've got, haven't we? School's not even close to starting and already I'm up to my ears in lesson plans that I must turn in to Headmaster Dumbledor. How that man's still kicking I'll never figure out."
Crookshanks squirmed to be let down, Hermione sighed and stood from her chair. She stretched her arms above her head and gazed around her little apartment, pictures of her two best friends waved at her from the mantle above the fireplace. Next to them were her mother and father, on the wall above all of them hung a lovely Christmas wreath filled with poinsettias, holly and pine branches. Her Christmas tree sparkled warmly near the couch in front of the windows. Her many lamps and coffee tables laden with books of all sorts filled the empty spaces of the small den, giving it a cozy, homey feel that she loved coming home to.
Her eyes fell on last year's photo of Christmas dinner at the Burrow. Wrapping her blue terry cloth robe around her she walked the length of the room for a closer look. She stood before the mantle, squishing her toes into the soft carpet as she gazed at the Weasley family, Harry, and herself smiling and raising glasses of egg nogg. Her gazed scanned the large group of people, finally resting on the twins. Fred's arm was around George, who Hemione noticed, was a bit taller than his twin. She could always tell them apart that way, unless they were separated, then she could tell because Fred's hair was bored straight while George's hair had a bit of wave to it. George also had a tiny scar above his lip, which he had acquired his 3rd year at Hogwarts when Fred had chucked a fanged boomerang at him when he wasn't looking.
Hermione felt a peculiar pang in the pit of her stomach. She missed her friends terribly this time of year. She was so busy preparing for the upcoming term that she had no time to keep in touch. The only thing she had to look forward to was the annual Christmas feast at the Burrow this year. They had held one every Christmas since Harry, Ron and she had graduated from Hogwarts. Harry was working for the Ministry as an Auror, and Ron was a healer at St. Mungos with Ginny. And Hermione was proud to say that she was now the new Artithmancy teacher at Hogwarts.
Hermione grinned to herself, she was proud of her friend's accomplishments. Turning from the mantle full of pictures, she strode into the connecting hallway to her bedroom. It was getting late into the morning and she had errands to do in Diagon Alley.
Later that morning, Hermione fought her way through the crowds to Gringotts to deposit money into her vault. Walking into the cavernous lobby Hermione noticed that it was nearly as crowded as the streets outside.
"Excuse me, sorry, I need through! Oomph!" Hermione gasped for air as she found herself thrown against the nearest wall.
Hermione saw stars, "Cripes! I'm sorry 'bout that!" Someone said from her right.
She rubbed the back of her head thoroughly irritated, "Why don't you get an eye dog?"
The person chuckled, "Sure Hermione, I'll put it on my Christmas list. If you're so eager to tear my head off I think Santa shall have your name on the Naughty List."
Hermione whipped her head around, "Fred?" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck.
"How are you? What are you doing here?" she said in between laughs.
"Well what do most people do at a bank, you silly git?" he hugged her back and took a step away from her to get a good look.
"Well you haven't changed much." He said grinning.
She laughed and playfully slugged his arm.
"Say," he said glancing at his watch, "I've got to run, but did you get your invite to the Burrow for dinner this Saturday?"
Hermione smiled, "Yeah, actually I got it this morning in the post. Is everybody going to be there?"
"Yep," he said as a person shoved past them, "Including George." He gave her a wink.
Hermione's smile faded, "What's that supposed to mean?" She gave him a puzzled look.
"Nothin', well cheerio, must dash now that I have the cash for the shop today. See you this weekend." He gave her a last smile then shoved his way through the crowd to the door.
'What in the world was that about?' she wondered as she once again tried to push her way through the crowd.
The crowd began to thin as dusk settled on London, making it much easier to walk the busy sidewalk in the direction of her apartment. Hermione wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she walked keeping her head bowed against the wind. As she walked she caught sight of the deserted department store that served as the location for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She thought of Ron and Ginny and the last time she had seen them. It must have been two or three months.
'Why not pop in for a minute to say hello?' She thought as she began walking across the street. Looking around her for curious muggles, she paused, pretending to dig in her purse she mumbled "Visitor" to the mangy looking doll, and slipped backwards through the glass.
St. Mungo's frantic lobby materialized in front of her. Being careful to avoid a man struggling to remove a biting sock from his nose, Hermione made for the lifts. She pressed the number three button for the Potion and Plant Poisonings ward. Getting of the lift she spotted a flash of red immediately, it was Ginny hustling a regurgitating woman into the patients bathroom at the end of the hall.
"Hermione?"
Hermione whipped around and spotted Ron talking to someone in a black cloak who also turned to look at her. It was Harry!
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione found herself squealing for the second time that day. She rushed toward them and enveloped Harry into a hug, then Ron.
"How are you two doing?" she said as Ron released her.
"Not bad actually," Ron said stepping away and glancing around the ward. "Ginny would say hi, but she's busy right now with Madam Marsh who keeps puking. Apparently she's had an unfortunate accident on the Knight Bus. Some old bloke fell off his bed and hexed the first person in sight. Seemed to think she was the monster in his dream."
Hermione laughed, "What a shame. How's the Ministry Harry?" She asked turning to him; she also couldn't help noticing how her friend had filled out since the last time she's seen him. That must have been before he started working. 'Ohh, the Ministry's done him good.'
"It's not bad either. Finally saved up enough money to get a decent flat and it's about time too. I just popped by to say hello to Ron and Ginny." Hermione noticed he turned a bit pink as he said this.
"Harry? Do you fancy Ginny? Finally after all these years?" Hermione asked punching her friend on the arm.
Harry grinned, "Well she has turned out rather well. Well she has Ron!" Harry said catching the look on his friend's face.
"Yeah, you just watch it mate." Ron said giving Harry a look. "Well I best be getting back to work, I still have report to do." He glanced at his watch, "Ginny should be getting on break in a minute if you two want to say hello." He said glancing down the hall.
Hermione noticed the look he gave Harry, "That's OK. I just wanted to stop by to see a friendly face. It gets so lonely around this time of year." Hermione caught the sympathetic looks on her friend's faces. They knew she lived alone and far away from her parents.
"Still haven't been able to snare yourself a chap Hermione?" Harry said ribbing her a little. "A little too rapped up in the books? Just like old times eh?" He said chucking.
"Well, I just want to be a good teacher. And no, there really hasn't been time for any "snaring" of any chaps."
"Ahh you'll find one. Well I best get back to work, hey Hermione, George will be at the dinner this weekend." Ron gave her a wink, "See you mate." He clapped Harry on the shoulder and walked towards the end of the ward.
Hermione gave Harry an incredulous look, "Why does everyone keep telling me that?"
Harry just laughed.
Hermione stepped through the wall and onto the nearly deserted London street, and started in the direction of her apartment. As soon as she got home she would file her receipts and drink a hot cup of cider.
Only a few blocks away from St. Mungo's Hermione got the feeling she was being followed. Stopping under a street lamp, she turned and peered down the empty street behind her. 'Strange,' a creep ran up her spine. She hurried on, glancing over her shoulder every few steps.
Suddenly, when she was only three blocks away from her apartment building, she caught sight of a dark figure in the shadows under the department store canopies. Hermione was nearly crippled with fear.
Just then, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind, and another caught her wrist just as she reached for her wand. The smell of rum washed over her as the man told her not to scream. Hermoine felt as though she might be sick. She struggled and screamed against the dirty palm.
"Take her into that alley," a hurried husky voice demanded. It had come from the dark figure that was standing beyond her vision in the shadows.
Hermione tried to beat upon the man that was holding her with her free hand. She heard a grunt as she elbowed the man in the ribs. He whipped her around to face him, she tried to get a look at his face but he slapped her hard across the face. Suddenly all the wind was knocked out of her as he landed a punch in her stomach. She stumbled and fell against a dustbin.
"Damn it, all the racket will attract somebody. Pull her over here." Came the husky voice from somewhere above her.
Hermione retched, the smell of rum washed over her face, invading her nostrils. Someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her face up. A rough pair of lips covered her mouth and she moaned in disgust. All she could see where spots from the blow to her head, but she knew she was not far inside the alleyway. She shoved the man away from her and struggled to her feet and took off running. She had not gone about five steps when the man grabbed her arm. He swung her around and slammed her against the brick wall; she tasted blood.
Panic was now coursing through every vein. "Wuuh. what do you want? Take my purse, what ever you want, let me go!" Hermione pleaded.
The man pulled her from the wall and pressed her back into his body, his hands began to roam all over her. The stench of rum flooded her senses again, as he pressed his face into her hair and spoke into her ear, "Oh, we'll take your purse aright lil' miss, but we're not frew wit' you yet." His hand roughly massaged her breast while the other traveled to her abdomen and below.
"Stop bloody fucking around and bring her back here." Came the husky voice from behind them.
Hermione screamed and struggled against the man holding her. He roughly held her mouth again, nearly covering her nose so that she couldn't breath. 'Please, someone help me, help me help me help me, I'm going to die!' she thought to herself as the man dragged her to the end of the alley and threw her to the concrete.
"I found some money in her purse, about twenty Galleons but nothin' else, there was no letter. I don't know what the bloody fool was talkin' 'bout." Said the husky voice.
'What letter? How do they know what Galleons are?' Hermione couldn't see and she was loosing consciousness after the third blow to the head when she was thrown to the ground. "Uhhmmm, please leave me alone." Hermione began to cry. She wished she had stayed at the hospital or asked Harry to walk her home. Hermione gasped, "Harry!" she screamed and struggled to get up.
Both men bent to shut her up, a hand clamped roughly over her mouth again and pushed her back down, "Shut it wench or we'll kill you!" She struggled to remove the hand, causing the man to pin her arms above her head.
"What'd we do wit' her now?" one man asked the other.
"I don't care, rape her if ya won to. I'm going back. You'd betta be back in an hour." The husky voice said and Hermione could hear his footsteps retreating.
The smell of rum washed over her face and Hermione tried to hide her nose in her sleeve, "Looks like I get to have my fun wit' you now love, an I don have ta share!"
Hermione felt the man straddle her waist and she looked up at the shadowed figure and saw him reach into his coat pocket for a length of rope. "NO!" she shrieked.
The man hit her around the face with his fist, causing her vision to go black and then blurry. "Please." she whispered. "Don't! Please don't do this!"
The man tied her hands and pulled up her skirt, "Now you be quiet love, your so sweet tastin'." The man ran his tongue up her neckline and bit her cheek. "You're gonna feel so good."
Hermione's legs were forced apart and she shrieked again as the bitter cold hit the tender parts between her legs. Hermione began to sob, she had never done anything like this with any man and she didn't want to loose part of herself this way, if he even let her live when he was through with her.
Hermione cried out as the dirty man forced himself into her causing such pain and anguish, as she had never experienced it. She felt tender parts of her rip and tear and she knew that she would never be the same again. How she wished she could just die right then, that God would have mercy on her and take her away right this very moment.
The man began to thrust harder; he moaned hungrily and licked her neck again. He used his other hand to roughly squeeze her chest again. He was so rough that Hermione cried out in pain and fury.
She was angry, how the hell was he able to do this to her? Why was nobody helping? Couldn't they hear him? Couldn't they hear her scream?
Suddenly he released her hands and clutched her neck. She began to choke, but her hands were free. She hastily worked them loose, she was starting to see stars, and everything was going black as she gasped for air. She formed both hands into a solid fist and drove them into the back of his head. The man quaked and fell against her. She shoved him off of her and scrambled to her feet. She reached into her soiled robes for her wand.
"STUPFEY!"
Hermione tried to cover herself as she flew to the opening of the alleyway. As she reached the street her foot caught on a piece of jagged concrete and she fell face first into the street.
"HERMIONE!" Someone screamed, she heard squealing tires as she hit the pavement and rolled to see a car coming straight at her. She screamed and her head slammed against the pavement and she knew no more.
A/N: Please be respectful and review in a professional manner. I appreciate all criticism and praise, it is the only way writers can grow. thank you.