Biker Boots

I shuffled away from the taller boy in an attempt to keep a suitable distance between us.

"What's wrong, princess? Are you scared?" Even his voice sounded menacing and dripped with false saccharine.

"N-no," I stutter out, stumbling over a random trash can thrown carelessly down the alleyway.

He vaults himself forward to catch me.

"Get off of me!" I shake myself from his grip and try to walk away.

He whips me back around to face him and pushes me up against the wall roughly. "Don't ever walk away from me, princess. I can't control myself when I get angry, and you never want to see that." His lips ghost across my ear and his warm breath smelled of whiskey, warming my insides.

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