What if... *book one*

Only a few Complications...

"Wait... so, did Andrew not accept your apology, or what?"
"He- he did, I just... were... W-were there cam... cameras near where I-I was attacked?"
"I don't know? That's usually Jens job."
"Oh."
"Yeah, she's yet to find anything."
"Oh."
"I'll let you know when she does, to see if you can identify the attackers."
"Okay."
"So you still not remember?"
"...no..."
"Okay. We'll find them soon, don't worry."
"Yeah..."

He drives me home and then we sit in my room, reading. Well, he's reading aloud, I'm listening.

My phone rings, "h-hello?"
"Hey Damien Jean... it's me... Andrew?"
"Hi..."
"Did you mean it?"
"What?"
"That You're sorry?"
"Yes. I did. I am just unsure of w-why I was s-saying sorry."
"You said my friends hate you. They don't hate you."
"..."
"If you hate them, then... just... give em a chance. Okay?"
"..."
"Okay?"
"I don't hate them...."
"Then Stop saying they hate you. Anyway... I'm... going on holiday soon. Just thought you should know."
"Okay... I... I-I hope you ha-have a n-nice hol...Iday."

He chuckles, "you're stutters adorable."
"Th-thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye!"
"Bye."

He hangs up....

I'm sat alone at lunch time. Lynn, Ben and Charly approach the table.

"H-hello."
"Where's your bodyguard?"
"In th-the bathroom."
"Oh. Cool. Does he know?"
"What?"
"Who attacked you?"
"N-no...."
"Good."

He spits on my bowl of ice cream and he and the other two wander off.

I look at it sadly until Kes hats back, "hey, you good? Enjoying your ice cream?"
"I-I was until so-someone spat in it."
"Why would someone do that?"
"I.... I don't know..."
"How about I get you some more?"
"You- you don't ha-have to..."
"I'm going to anyway."

He takes that bowl away and I stay sat at the table.

He soon comes back and hands me the ice cream, "they only had cones left."
"It-it's okay."

I take off the wrapper thing and scoop off some of the ice cream with my tongue.

These guys I don't know, but have beaten me a few times, approach the table.

"Hey there Glitch."

They call me that because of my stutter.

"Watchu up to?"
"...ea...ting... I-ice cream..."

He takes my ice cream, "you sure about that?"
"H-hey!"

Kes frowns, "give it back to them and beat it, Kid."
"And what'll you do if I don't?"
"Just give it back, and then leave."

The guy frowns, "we'll leave, but I'm keeping the ice cream."

They walk off.

"I j-just want ice cr...eam."
"I'll go get you another."

He gets up and then looks at something.

"And you're coming with me."
"But wh-what if so...so-someone tries t-to take the-the table?"
"They won't."

I get up and we go back to the serving station.

"Hi again," Kes smiles, "could I get another ice cream please?"
"What happened this time?"
"It got stolen."
"Okay, well you can have this one for free. And one for yourself."

She hands us two ice creams.

We turn back to the table, the guys are sat on it.

Kes sighs.

We walk over to the table.

"You guys are really getting on my nerves."

The guy in the middle sticks up his middle finger up at Kes, "suck my dick, bitch."
"Don't insult an officer."
"Pfft! You ain't an officer."
"I am. Move it."

He sighs, gets up and he and his friends leave.

Kes sits down and pats the seat next to him.

I sit down, "W-we could have g-gone out... side."
"Yeah, but we were sat here."
"O-okay. What's that?"
"What?"
"That thing on your lapel."
"Oh. That's a badge."
"What's a badge?"
"It's... a thing that you can clip to your clothing?"
"Does it do anything?"
"Not really? Other than Look fun."
"Okay."

He smiles, "you are so adorably stupid."
"Th-thank you?"
"It's a compliment."

I feel my cheeks heat up.

Andrews runs over, "hi babe!"
"H-hi...."...

I'm with Andrew, at his house.

He kisses me and lifts up the bottom of my shirt slightly.

"A-andrew, please-"

He presses his lips against mine harder and puts his arms around my waist, slipping his hands down the back of my pants.

"NO! NO! NO! ANDREW PLEASE!!"

I yell at him to stop, and eventually manage to get away from him.

I collapse against the wall, looking at him with only fear.

He punches me.

I hold up my arms to block him when he tries to punch me again.

I get up and run out of the door, and the out of the house.

He's running after me. I turn around and look at him, "W-we are n-no Lon...longer t-together!"
"Damien, come on!"
"N-no!"

I get into the passenger seat of Kes' car, "g-go."

Andrew runs up to the window, "you are dead! You understand me!? FUCKING DEAD!!"

Kes drives us home.

I get in and run upstairs to my room.

I curl up into a ball in the corner.

Kes comes up and nears me, "Damien Jean, what's wrong?"
"He-He t-tried to h-hurt m-me a-and fo...for...ce me t-to... to..."
"If you don't want to say, that's perfectly fine. Come here."

He hugs me and I cry onto his shoulder....