Chappie 24
"You d**k. I knew he would do this." Clay shouts at Flynn, his green eyes burning. "Take the bag Scarlett." Clay chucks a rucksack at me. I catch it and slip it up my shoulder. Crap, crap, crap. His dad was coming. My pulse is racing, my breath is too quick, because it's not Clay he wants. It's me, "You gonna run? Ha. I wouldn't listen to him Scarlett, he's full of crap." Flynn chuckles and strains his face in pain. I stare at him for a moment, "How long do we have?" I whisper, "About ten minutes." Flynn smiles and stares at Clay, "Dad is so gonna be pissed with you. Those scars on your back? That's nothing..." Clay charges at him and slams Flynn's face down on the floor. I cower back against the wall trying to control my gasping. It's like I can't breath proper. My head is dizzy, my le
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