My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

We all get into position and I give Lillian the lead. She’s in front of them now and can see what they are doing. She holds her hand up to stop us. They are all looking at something, heads close together.

Then all hell breaks loose. The silence was broken by a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the woods. I was thrown forward, but recovered quickly rolling to the side as another swipe of an arm blew past my head. I lost track of the girls, but I’m sure they were keeping just as busy as me.

A second guy joined my fight. Both of these guys were big- ish. I guess when you compare anyone to my guys they are just -ish. But everyone is always bigger than me and the stupid ones think that makes them better than me. These two were no different.

One lunges at me trying to get at my legs, I turn away and use the move I used on one of the guys forever ago and used one of his arms to swing me up and jab my elbow into the soft spot on his lower back making his muscles spasm.

He drops to recover while his buddy comes at me, grabbing one of my arms. I twist under, but he doesn’t let go right away and the skin to skin rubbing burns like a b*tch. I manage to break his grip though as I continue to move behind him and kick his knee in. It was too much to hope I broke something, which would slow him down.

a couple wild punches. I manage to grab one

knocking him backwards. I’m not trying to let them get their hands on me. Number one comes at me and I throat punch him as he reaches for me and number two grabs me from behind, lifting me off the ground. Number one smiles his yellow rotted smile and stalks forward, panting hard. Fighting is clearly

breathing, nothing. Not sure how that works, but I’m also not going to question one less dickhead to deal with. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

off for the sounds of my friends. Jena has one guy fallen in front of her, she’s got two more battling for her attention. Lillian’s guy has her pin up to a tree and a knife at her throat. He’s talking to her, but I can’t

on his throat. “Where’s your boss

too much of a chickensh*t to

guys die, that

to be pretty when we brought you back…” He swings back and catches

almost connect in our anger. This is the type of guy that needs to never walk this earth again. I don’t even know what happened, but when I blink I am straddling

shoulder and I flinch away from