Richelle
"M- mother, what are you doing here?" I ask.
"We came back early." I hear a deep voice emerge from a the living room.
"To make sure our horrid daughter, is staying at home as she was told, but clearly she wasn't!" My mother spat.
"Mother, father I-I'm sorry. I was a-at dance" I spoke out of fear. Technically I was at dance, I just wasn't dancing. It's not like I can anyway.
"We're leaving again in an hour, but don't worry we'll teach you a lesson not to disobey your parents!" My father shouted.
He reveals a belt from behind his back as he walks closer to me.
"Nonono, father please." I exclaim with tears forming in my eyes.
He brings up his arm and strikes me in my back, constantly whipping me, as I fall back onto the floor. "Father!" HIT, "Please!" HIT, "Stop!" HIT, "It hurts!" HIT, "AHHHHH!" HIT. I just sob and sob, as I watch my mother watch with her arms crossed over her ample chest, as the world goes blurry.
Ozzy
I'm heading over to Richelle's house, because I need to check up on her. I pick up the key from under the flower pot, unlock the door, and step through the door, and see blood on the kitchen floor. What?
"Richelle!" I call out but no reply. Did something bad happen to her?! I rush up the stairs to her bedroom and slam open the door. I see her lying on her bed but she looks pale. I rush over to her side and shake her shoulder, lightly.
"Richie?" I ask. I'm worried now. Suddenly her eyes flutter open again. She turns and looks at me. "Ozzy, go! They'll get you!" She said.
"Richie no one's here." I told her. She sat up causing her to wince in pain, giving me a glance at the blood stained bed.
"Richelle are you, on your period again?" I ask. She shook her head and turned her attention to the bed. She began to cry, so I took her in my arms not caring about the blood that's getting on my clothes.
"Hey shh, it's ok, but I need you to tell me what happened." I told her.
She looked at me and said, "My- mother a- and father." she said.
"Wh-what did they do?" I ask stuttering over my words. I'm so scared of what she'll say next.
"M-my dad he hit me." she said sobbing louder into my chest. I felt a tear slip out of my eye , but I didn't wipe it away. I look over to my right and pick up a piece of paper on Richelle's nightstand.
It read,
Richelle, by midnight we want you and all of your things out of this house! We don't want you anymore. You're worthless, and horrid! So get out of our house!
"How am I going to move all of my things by midnight?" Richelle asked me. I realized I read it aloud.
"Richie you can stay at mine." I said.
"But wont your mother think I'm a burden, and Izzy too. And I have to tell Noah. And-"
"Noah?" I ask.
"Wait- You did it with him didn't you?" I ask. I see a blush rise up on her cheeks.
"So how was it?" I ask. I'm not weirded out by these kind of conversations because well,
1. I'm her best friend, 2. It's really nothing, and 2. I''m bisexual so it wouldn't really matter.
"It was amazing! It hurt at fist knowing it was my first time, but I got used to it. The thing is though he kept growing inside of me!" She said causing me to chuckle a bit.
"Oh, and on my way here I was going to tell you something." I said.
"Really? What is it?" she asks.
"Me and Winnie are finally dating!" I yell excitingly.
"Oh that's great!" she said smiling sweetly.
"Thankyou." she said.
"It's alright Richie. I'm always going to be here." I say getting up off of the bed. I hand Richie my phone, so she unlocks it and turns to YouTube. I walk over to her wardrobe and begin to pack her a few bags. I take down the fairy lights off the walls, and put them in a box. I go to get a few more suitcases and put accessories, and trophies in them.
Lastly I pick Richie up off of her bad and take her blanket off of it. That was when I realized she looked really lightheaded. Oh shit! I ran downstairs and got her a bottle of water. I rushed back up there and gave her the water and helped her drink it. I took off my shirt and tightly wrapped it around her body.
I pick her up and put her into my car. I turn on the radio so it keeps her awake. I put everything into my trunk. Luckily I have a truck instead of one those small cars. I get into the driver's seat and place my hand on Richelle's thigh and she puts her small manicured on top of mine, so I drive off.
{A/N: Richelle's parents are so mean! :(}