Fighting For Freedom (Fighting Series Book 1) (Chapter 7, page 1 of 2)


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I was so tired from all the crying I did last night that I slept like a baby. I look at myself in the mirror and thanks to all the crying I did my eyes are blood shot red. They look so swollen that it looks like I got punch. On top of looking like shit I also feel like shit. Talking to Sammy last night made everything worst. I knew that things weren't going to be good but I didn't know how bad it was going to be. "Jane are you almost done?" Sophia knocks on the bathroom door. I can't let her see me right now. I look like a hot mess and knowing her she is going to ask questions. "Yeah" I open the door but keep my eyes on the floor. Thankfully she was still half asleep and didn't notice anything. I walk into my room and before I can even close the door there is a loud knock on the front door that scare me out of my thoughts. "Jane can you get that" Sophia yells from the bathroom. "Yeah" I turn back around. I wonder who can it be. Since I have been here I haven't seen no one come and visit Sophia well not when I am around at least. There is another loud knock on the door and my legs start to shake. Who ever it is obviously is desperate to come in. What if it's my father? My heart start to race and my hands start to shake. No it can't be him Sammy would never betray me like that but what if he trace the call? "Jane!" Sophia yells again. "Yeah I got it" I yell back. If they are coming for me I am not going down with out a fight. I walk to the kitchen and grab a knife. I hide the knife behind my back walk to the door. Breath Jane on the count of 3 you are going to open the door. 1 I breath in, 2 my hands touch the doorknob, and 3 I open the door. Oh my god the air leaves my lugs as I take in the view in front of me. "Who the hell are you?" the gorgeous man standing there ask as he crosses his arms. He is about 5'8, low black hair, a tan like complexion, with green tea eyes. I might have to change my room color because I think I just found a new favorite color. I can tell he is built by the way his shirt hugs his biceps. He is wearing a white T-shirt and jeans but damn he makes that look good. This man is drop dead gorgeous. Hands down the best looking man I have ever seen in my life and here I am staring at him like a fool. I think I might even be drooling. "Are you high or deaf?" he ask rudely. What an asshole how can some one look like a god and act like a dick? "Who the hell are you?" I snap. He wants to be rude two can play that game. "You're the one that was knocking on the door" I give him attitude. He croaks his head to the side and stares at me from head to toe. I can feel his green eyes on every part of my body. I feel my knees go weak but I stand my ground. He wants to intimate me but it won't work it will take more than that. I have to admit having his eyes on me is making my skin crawl but I don't shift under his stare. I'll be damn if I show him how much he affects me. He walks pass me almost shoving me out the way. I try my best not to close my eyes and sniff him. Even the way he walks makes him look arrogant. Who the hell does he thing he is? No matter how sexy he is he has no right to invade my home. "What the hell," I slam the door and walk behind him "you can't-"

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