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Soon enough, the cops got involved. Lilith glared at James, tied up and gagged. She glared at him harshly, yet warily. |
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Dylan got Liliths location from his phone, and just drove. He sent out a group text to his friends, simply just saying. -Lil in trouble. 159 Redwood St in 10- |
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Once there, their friends gathered around. "So, what happened?" Samuel asked. |
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Dylan and his friends arrived at the place. "I don't know. I think her ex has her," Dylan muttered. |
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"What do you mean?" Taylor asked. "Is she okay?" |
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"Her ex is an asshole. Probably not," he muttered angrily, leading them towards the house. Dylan went up to the front door with four other guys and the rest surrounded the house. |
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Meanwhile, Lilith glared at James, warily. She winced as he punched her, slapped her, and so forth. He always did that to her when they were together. |
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Dylan knocked on the door. |
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"You sure this is the right house, Dylan?" Taylor asked. |
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Dylan nodded. "This is where he called me from," Dylan banged on the door. |
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