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THE SECRETS OF WILLOW CREEK

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Ellis. A run away who went to countless schools but always ended up being chewed up an spit out in an elite school by victor, just because she was poor and a bit lonely. But she finally ran away. Away from everything an ended up in an small but populated town called willow creek. It’s full of mystery, secrets an maybe even magic. Now she ventures through the new town with the burden of leaving her only friends behind, Alex and Sophia. This is the story of ellis, her trauma, her love, every tear and every smile she ever felt in willow creek.. Wowzers

Chapter one

VICTOR -scars-

She slaps me. 

A loud, echoing slap swims through the deep shadows of the hall. Shes crying. Angry. Angry at me and all the pain I caused her, I feel bad. I feel hopeless horrible and I regret everything I did to her. All those names I called her. All the pain. Everything. An I broke her. It doesn’t feel right. The lingering slap across my face stings me. It hurts, it burns. A reminder of how cruel, hateful and horrible  I was to her. And how angry, envious and scared she was towards me. 

“Do it. Do that again.” I hate it.how you hate me. I hate seeing you like this. The pleasure I felt tormenting you didn’t last for long but.. I need her to not.. be broken. Not be empty. Not like this. I need reaction. Yell. Kick. Scream, whatever, not this. Let it all out I’m begging you please. I grab her wrist, she can’t leave, don’t leave me.

“Do it again. Show me that you hate me.”

ELLIS -scars-

He stares at at me. 

Like he’s urging me on, to “Show him that I hate you.” Bullshit. I stare back at him through my dark layered bangs, Why the hell would I give back what your asking for victor? All I could do was just stare and judge, my hands quivering and forming in to fists. His nails are digging cuts into my wrists that are sure to leave scars. I want to punch him. Hurt him. Show him the pain he caused me, but that’s just returning the favor. I could feel how loud my heart is beating, how my eyes are warm and stinging from all the tears I had shed. Instead, I pull away, stepping on his foot as heard as I can to be free and turn around swiftly, almost tripping on my heel as I search the dark paled empty halls of this shitty “elite school.” there’s nothing here that’s elite, all it is just a bunch of smart idiots and rich loud mouths. INCLUDING the professors.

...The only two exceptions are Alex Heart and Sophia ElleWood.

I’m only sixteen. Ive been at this damn school for to long. Three years to be exact, it’s barley the beginning of spring and I’m turning seventeen in three weeks. Lots of numbers. Anyways. For those unbearable three long years of torment from Victor Rore Gray, Alex and Soph had to be the two kids who kept me here for this long.