My Dangerous Boy's

Part 1 - The Night

A little girl was sitting on a park bench. His shoulders seemed to tremble, accompanied by a sobbing that sounded bitter. I don't know how many hours he's been there. He's tired, very tired.

Why did all this happen to him? His heart was broken to pieces by the people he loved. It felt as if the piece had also pierced into his heart, making him become congested. He regrets loving the wrong person.

Supposedly, he should not instantly fall in love with the charm of the man. If only he had listened to all the words of his friend, nothing would have been like this. His heart ached, as if an invisible knife had struck him.

The once clear weather turned cloudy. Lightning and thunder sounded earthy, accompanied by clumping black clouds. The people who were there started walking home, leaving the girl alone in the park.

After a long time she hid her face with both hands, Shella then looked her head up, enjoying every touch of rain that began to fall. His tears had mixed into one with rainwater, as if the current weather was also very supportive of him to vent all his complaints.

"Argh.." - erang Shella. He hit his chest many times as he felt the tightness suffocating him even more. Oh, my God, how long does it have to be like this?

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*America, Los Angeles

11:00 PM*

Shella was walking through the streets with the rain still pouring down the city. The atmosphere here is very quiet and dark. There was only a dim light accompanying each step of his foot.

His current appearance is arguably bad. Seen from his body that began to shiver. His eyes were swollen, his lips and face were pale, making anyone who saw him would definitely shudder in horror themselves. Sometimes, Shella also rubbed her hands together as she felt a chill piercing her skin.

Suddenly, Shella stopped her steps when she realized something. He glanced towards his watch, as it felt strange with this desolate atmosphere. Usually, these streets will be filled with people passing by, unlike now. And how surprised he was to see the numbers listed. He spontaneously quickened his steps towards home.

Oh, my God, for what sake shella can forget about time. It seemed like he would get hit by the scolding again when he got home.

The woman condemned her stupidity for being too drawn into grief.

Luckily the distance between the park and his house was not too far away, so he only needed a short time to go home.

"Hey, you're there" shouted someone in the darkness of the night.

Her voice sounded far away, but Shella could still hear it. He stopped his footsteps. Who'sis that?

In the darkness without any illuminating light, there appeared several shadows of people from the end of the road. The shadow was getting closer to the sight of several figures of men who were large and sturdy.

Shella gulped her saliva when she saw some men walking towards her. His eyes and fingers were busy counting how many people there were.

The number is five people. GOOD GOSH.

"Hey, why is your face like that, not happy to see us?" ask one of the men.

They drew closer, until the men surrounded Shella who was still busy in her mind.

"Hey" said one of the men with tattoos on his arm. The man advanced towards Shella, then tightly blocked the girl's arm to the point of making her grimace a little.

Some of the men watching the incident were amused themselves and laughed crisply. Shella herself did not even know what they were laughing at, as this was not funny at all.

As Shella was trying to figure out a way to get out of here, she accidentally smelled her familiar nose. It smells of alcohol. Holdin' on..... Alcohol? Shella widened her eyes.

Oh, my God, they're ALL DRUNK.

Without further thought, Shella kicked************ the man so that he could be free from it.

"Argh.." screams in pain. The man spontaneously let go of his stranglehold and immediately sprawled on the ground like a person on the verge of death. Geez, it seems like it hurts a lot.

They stopped their laughter and were shocked when they saw the extremely sadistic action. And now, their friend looks to be holding back the pain and pain that began to spread.

Oh my god...... Bird is flying.

"Shit, what are you doing?" growled a blonde haired man. Her eyes began to emit a flash of anger, yet Shella was not afraid of any of it. He just laughed mockingly.

"Ops.." said Shella innocently with her hands closed, as if she had done it by accident.

"Sorry" said Shella indifferently, then twisted her body and walked away from the area. But his steps again stopped when he felt someone blocking his arm again.

"Where are you going, girl?" asked the long-haired man earlier with a grin.

Bugh.

Her speech was cut off just like that when Shella landed her fist on the man's face .

Bugh.

One still unsatisfied blow to Shella, he again threw his fist into her stomach again. The man took a few steps back from being unprepared for the blow, then fell to the ground due to his stomach ache. His nose also started to bleed profusely.

What kind of man is Gosh, who is incapable of fighting a woman.

Shella stood up straight, then stared at the people one by one. Ah, they don't seem to know if he ever studied martial arts. Although it was just learning the basics, but it was enough to fight this person.

Shella shrugged her shoulders indifferently, then spat at the person she had punched earlier.

"Weak," Shella sneered and brandished her middle finger.

Feeling ridiculed, two well-built men came forward, while the other man stood behind and looked at Shella with a hard-to-understand look.

If it's just two, Shella can.

"Two to one? Alright." Shella began to prepare to take her place, and waited for the man to fight her.

Without warning, a man came forward and attacked her, but she quickly dodged. He gripped the man's arm tightly and then slammed him to the ground.

Three finished. That's the consequence of fighting a Shella.

However, Shella did not realize that the other man was behind her. The man quickly strangled the neck of Shella who was about to stand up. He then pointed a sharp knife towards his neck, hinting that if he moved, the tip of this knife would penetrate into his skin.

The burly arm continued to strangle her until Shella had to hold it in both hands. He also tried hard so that his head did not move to touch the tip of the knife.

The fear ambushed Shella quickly when it felt the sharp and cold object moving slowly around her neck on purpose. Damn, why did that man have to use sharp objects to fight him. Shit, shit, shit. He also felt that the man behind him was grinning at the fear that was clearly displayed at this moment.

Aish, this really is the most important day for Shella. He quickly went home and buried his head under his pillow until morning. This situation completely drained all of his energy.

The man who had been standing staring at the incident then came forward to approach Shella with eyes that looked shiny in the middle of the dark night. He moved his legs slowly, as if he wanted to enjoy every second of time that passed.

A breeze of mischievous wind blew, making a few strands of Shella's brat sweep before her face. The 22-year-old girl bit her lower lip as the man with the towering body stood before her now. He looked up and looked at the man with his sea blue eyes.

Wait a minute, it looks like this guy is not drunk. Shella was very sure that this man was drunk. This man's behavior seems to be taken over by consciousness. His white skin immediately felt great bristling as the man's face approached towards him.

Oh my lord.

Those dark brown eyes looked at Shella sharply, while her lips formed a terrifying smile.

"Hey" said the man. Shella was silent, with no intention of opening her voice.

"You look like a pretty sweet girl, even with this look," she said with both eyes tracing Shella's pale face.

"Well, interest." The words spoken by the man after finishing exploring his face made Shella frown inexplicably. Whatdoes thatmean?

Not yet had the man continue his words, suddenly a hard blow from someone hit him in the face. He staggered back and almost fell on the road if only his hands did not hold his body weight.

Shella also felt the burly arm that had been coiling around her neck loose somewhere. He immediately put a watchful look on his face while staring around. Then, his eyes caught a foreign man standing not far behind him. It was also seen that the man who had threatened him with the knife had been lying on the ground. Was it the man who saved her?

"What the ****."

And..... This opportunity was not wasted by Shella. He ran away without thanking anyone who had helped him. It was not that he did not want to thank her, it was just that he could not trust the man either.

Some time has passed until Shella is not aware that his behavior had seized the attention of two men he left behind. They continued to stare at Shella who started to disappear swallowed by the darkness. One man with a newly booted face put on a face of disbelief, while the other had a slanted smile.

"This will be interesting" he said in a voice that was calm, accompanied by a smile that was still perched on his face. His irises turned sharp and stared straight into the darkness of the night, as if he could pierce through whatever was there.

30 April 2020😘