The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

BULLIES

She realized too late, she believed too late and she left too late. 


Little did she know that he was ALWAYS one step ahead of her. He knew, he knew she would try to leave when he wasn't around or when he was asleep. 


He followed her in his car from a distance, he watched as she looked around cautiously and her figure was tense and alert. He watched as she took a taxi and he followed. He watched as the taxi stopped at a cheap motel and watched as she got out and went inside. 


He told his men to keep an eye an her at all times and report to him whatever she did, wherever she went, whatever she wore and whoever she spoke to. 


He went back to his house with an evil smirk on his face. So beautiful yet corrupted. 


Seventeen-