Lesley's P.O.V.
March 5, 2015
9:50 P.M.
"Oh god," I whisper. I had tried to leave, but he has me pinned to the door.
"What is it Lesley?" he asks. His voice is low, and also not helping me to resist him.
"Y-you won't let me leave. I need to go home. You know what'll happen to me if I don't." He sighs, and takes a step back. I open the door, and he grabs my shoulder.
"Call or text me if anything happens," he says. I nod, and close his front door behind me. I walk over to my 2014 Camaro, and I get in.
I don't want to leave, but I have to. I want him, but he can't be mine.
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11:30 P.M.
"Where the fuck were you?" my father yells. I'm reading Insurgent as he is. He walks over to me, grabs my book, and decks me across the face with it. I cry out in pain, and fall from my bed to the floor.
"Where were you?" he yells again.
"I was at Mark's house, helping him with something," I whimper. He grabs me by my hair, and throws me against my closet. I lay on the floor, my scalp and back stinging.
"Helping him with what? With trying to get laid?" he screams. He throws the book at me. "The next time I hear you're over at his house, I'm kicking you out." He slams the door, and I am dtuck there, laying on the floor.
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Where Trouble Begins
Teen FictionLesley has a best friend, who she loves, and he loves her back. After her dad kicks her out, Mark has offered his place to her. After a while, his sister comes back to live with them. They have problems. Will Lesley leave, or will she put up with th...
