An Image, A memory, A fist. Kasey is nineteen and she's a mess. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, she meets someone that she wishes she never did. She see's things she wishes she never did. But, although violent and a little frightening her relationship with Luke is passionate, sexy and the best mistake of her life.


1. In The Shadows.

A loud bang nearly frightened me to death as I walked home through the dimly lit alley. It was the bang of a heavy door that had been slammed shut a short way in front of me. A tall, muscular built male swore to himself angrily as he punched the wall to the building he had just left, the force leaving blood stains from his knuckles to drip down the rustic brickwork. I paused immediately to the spot.


As I stood there and watched on, my eyes widened as he continued to punch it again several times. I wondered to myself what had made him so furious, his anger making me more nervous by the second. I slowly started to continue walking, toward him down the derelict alley when he turned to face me and I froze once more.


His face was shadowed so I couldn't really take in what he looked like in detail. But as the headlights of a passing car momentarily lit the area I was shocked to see a path of blood running down his face from a cut just above his left eye brow. My mouth dropped as I noticed a lot of other grazes, cuts and smudges of blood on his face. As well as a wound just above his eye brow there was a cut on his slightly swollen bottom lip that was reflected by a silver hooped lip peircing. His hair was blonde and messy, shorter on the sides than the top. I wasn't close enough to see any more detail than that but metaphorically speaking his eyes were dark; in fact everything about him seemed dark in some way. Even the way he stared at me. The way he stood there. His jaw was tensed and eyebrows brought together as he carried on looking sternly in my direction making me feel uncomfortable as my heart pace sped up. But, his dark gaze was quickly taken off of me as another shorter guy exited the same building. He didn't look overly happy either. As he joined the angry figure I quietly stepped back into the shadows trying to go unnoticed. Two bad tempered people in the same alley and then me...this couldn't end well. 


I couldn't quite hear what the newly arrived guy was saying but shockingly enough he didn't seem angry like I thought. But, the towering figure next to him didn’t look impressed as he swung a punch for his jaw. As the guy fell to the ground with a thud and a moan, I let out a loud gasp throwing my hands up to my face with a slap to try and quieten my shock. The towering man quickly glanced over in my direction before returning his attention to the helpless guy on the floor. He then began to forcefully kick him in the stomach so hard that I could hear the thuds, crunches and groans from where I was quivering. The guy on the floor struggled to try and get up but the man pushed him back down to the ground with a punch and continued the brutal attack. I watched in fear as the beating carried on, but as I did it only grew worse. A river of blood starting to flow along the gravelled floor, the grunting of the towering criminal, and the victims groans becoming more and more prominent. That’s when it all got too much for me. Shaking and fighting for breath tears began to seep from my eyes as I quickly ran, fleeing the scene.  


Tears of fear were now trickling down my face as I kept on running. The image of the helpless figure led on the ground in a pool of his own blood replayed in my mind, vividly.  I heard the sound of the attack quieten as I sprinted, the echoes of the street feeling like silence compared to that horrorful alley. And then, as my tired legs pushed on more I could only hear the sound of myself, tired and gasping for air. My limbs trembling and my heart racing all the way home.


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