He got up and walked away to calm down apparently.
Feeling hurt myself for being ignorant; I stand up and grab my arm protectively and rub at it.
He walked toward me and before I can say anything, he was so close in front of me I could feel the warmth of his body.
I sharply inhale at the close proximity of our bodies and bite my lower lip.
I blush furiously as I feel my ears start turning red.
I work up the courage and look up at him; he's a very handsome guy.
He has black hair, grey eyes, tan-white skin, he's taller than me by a foot maybe, a delicious looking six-pack…
I start to drool looking at him.
Stupid horny teenager!
I think mentally kicking myself.
So basically everything about him would make a girl's heart scream. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
"I don't…um…I…" I slap myself mentally. Speak you fool! Uuuugh!
"Sssh, Helang." He cooes looking at me with softening features.
"Don't be scared; as long as you're in my sight, you'll be safe…also… my name…"
He says getting closer to me.
My heart starts beating savagely in my chest and I swallow the lump in my throat. He caresses my face and I look into his eyes.
"…it's….Jessie…" his lips crash on mine right then and there.
Soooo usually a girl or guy would go with the flow…but my dumbass freaked so bad I pushed him off of me.
I facepalm myself so hard on my mind.
I didn't think things straight through; I forgot he wasn't a softy, so the result was I was pushed against a tree with an ooomff! and passed out. Since this was just a dream; I woke up to start another day.
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"Helang! Get up! You're gonna miss the bus for school!" My mother screeches from the hallway.
My mother; she's a 5'4 Caucasian woman with strawberry blond hair cut into a shoulder length bob. Mother has cupid shaped lips and beautifully arched eye brows; her eyes are the color of hazel green.
I throw my hand over my eyes with a groan when she flips my white eye-blinding light on.
"Uuugh! And there we have it; mother right on schedule, just like always." I say sarcastically bitter.
I get dressed and rush out the door for the school bus.
She always waits till the last minute to wake me so I never get to have breakfast or relax in the mornings.
The bus pulls up and I quickly find a seat in the back and off to school I go.
I chose another long sleeve shirt. Dark blue with white stripes, black jeans with holes in them, and my black all star converse.
I grab at my hoodie and panic when I don't feel it.
Crap! I left my hoodie!
I sulk the whole ride to school and eventually accept my fate that I'll be cold all day in class.
I grab the necessary stuff from my locker and go to first-period mathematics.
The teacher drones on and on for the whole period about fractions, graph stuff, how to find the area in a circle and I already have a freaking headache.
I hate math! I'll be lucky if I even pass it this year.
I haven't been in this school that long to make any friends…it's the fifth time I've moved to a new county and "started over" so to speak.
I breeze through the rest of the day like usual and hope to avoid catching anyone's eye.
Last period I accidentally left my textbook and thought it'd be a great idea to just sit there and do nothing.
"Helang! Stay after class!" The teacher bellowed while everyone pulled out the door to go home.
I inwardly groan and continue to stay put in my chair.
The male teacher hobbles over and lectures me about what I did today before finally releasing me.
I take off running to the busses in hopes that mine is still there…
It left!
Damn that stupid history teacher! He made me miss the bus!
I think fuming.
I call my mom asking if she can pick me up but as fate would have it I'm in no suck luck!
I start my long walk home grumbling in aggravation.
Normally; if I miss the bus, she'd either take me to school or pick me up. However; she forgot to put gas in the car, it was empty.
16 miles.
That's how far away my house is from the school. By car ride, it takes about 24 minutes to get home…
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Thank goodness someone picked me up and gave me a ride home!
I was dying out there!
It would've taken me around 6 hours to get home had I walked all the way!
I walk through the door pissed off and go to my room down the hall.
Empty wine bottles were scattered in the kitchen; mom was passed out on the couch in the living room.
I shudder.
I don't look forward to tomorrow…
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I made a quick dinner and zipped back to my room and went to bed after eating.
***
He didn't show up tonight…
I guess I upset him?
I sit down and wait a little longer in hopes that maybe he's just running late…
He still didn't show up after 2 hours.
In embarrassment; I start crying, hot angry tears run down my face.
I get up and start walking aimlessly to get rid of the embarrassment I feel.
I let a sigh out and I will myself to wake up.
***
I overslept and I missed the bus…
Mom drank yesterday…meaning she's got a hangover…maybe I can stay in my room and pretend I went to school?
No.
I walk out and she sees me then looks at the clock with a glare.
I gulp.
"Lemme guess! You were inside one of those so-called romantic dreams that aren't even real?" She says with exasperation.
In embarrassment at being stood up, I mumble my response.
"I guess you could say that…" I say trailing off.
My mom said something and started to laugh about it in her newly drunken state.
I get mad because I'm tired of feeling shitty in this hell hole.
I'm tired of hiding these bruises…
I speak up for myself instead of staying quiet.
She retaliates and things start getting heated.
Mother wasn't always like this…she was sweet as flowers till dad and her got into a horrible fight about something I still don't know anything about today.
My dad is a stocky 5' 6" Caucasian male with broad shoulders. His hair is rustic brown and is adorned in braids. He's always had the hairstyle of a Viking warrior and his beard has two small braids in it while the rest hangs loose.
Dad disappeared one day and came home with a wolf puppy and they fought a lot about it. Then one day, she started drinking and doing drugs; becoming very violent towards me.
I'm tired of this.
I don't know where this courage came from…I need to stop before it's too late…
Mother tackles me to the floor and starts trying to choke me.
"Get off!" I scream out shoving my finger in her eye.
She screeches out and I start gulping in the air.
She looks at me with murder and I gulp.
I have a necklace that I wear every day with a button that alerts the authorities; a quick press to it and the silent signal goes off, I've had the necklace since I was 5.
Two hits to the face and I'm out.