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Chapter 1
Lexi and Nicki were sat beside me on the couch inside their house. More and more people showed up to the party they were hosting as the night grew darker. Boy’s kept staring at us girls chatting to one another. Lexi had her sight on a particularly taller goth boy with long dark hair. I didn’t understand her attraction towards him as he looked like he would pull out a gun and shoot someone any second now. I knew I shouldn’t be afraid of anyone around me, considering my boyfriend would probably kill them. Landon was the scariest guy in town and everyone knew what he was capable of. I hated being with him, but fear struck me every time I went to slap him or just flat out dump him. He could kill me, and I was well aware of that. I stayed put in my seat even after the girls found guys to grind on and end up having sex with later on. The music was up so loud that I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying to me.
I grew tired of sitting in the same position. I maneuvered through the people in the large living room and made my way towards the stair case. Landon was nowhere in sight and I kept wondering where he ran off to. My steps were slow, dizzy from the little alcohol I had consumed. I reached the bathroom and the door was swung swiftly open so I could pee. After I finished I started my way to the stairs once again before my attention caught a couple in the slightly opened door I was passing. It was Landon and he was lying on top of another girl, practically eating her face. I grew nauseous at the sight. I thought I would grow used to him cheating on me, but every time I saw it with my own eyes I felt pain. Even though I couldn’t stand him, he shouldn’t be allowed to go off with another girl if I wasn’t able to with another guy.
Tears stung in my eyes as I tried to walk down the stairs without throwing up everywhere. I fell over several people before finally reaching the front door and shutting it behind me. My heart hurt and I felt very weak as I walked on the rocks down their driveway. I made my way halfway down the large road towards my neighborhood before throwing up violently in the grass to my right. Why did Landon hurt me so bad? This torture I experienced so often made me literally want to jump off of a cliff. He wouldn’t miss me. My mind wondered all day every day why he chose me and not someone else. Out of all of the people he chose me. I guess it was good in some ways because I know most girls probably would have killed themselves to go through what I did all the time with him. I crawled away from my nasty puddle only to curl my knees under my chin and cry. I felt helpless and wished I would’ve drunk more so I could just pass out and not think about the pain inside. I desperately wanted to brush my teeth; the taste in my mouth was horrific.
“HEY!” A raspy voice sounded behind me. There was truck stopped beside me and a boy with very dark brown curly hair poked his head out of the window. “Let me give you a ride.” He commanded. I knew I had to turn him down, if I didn’t Landon would surely go after him.
“No, thank you. I’ll just wait for my boyfriend.” My voice was hoarse from crying. Tears still continuously fell down my cheeks.
“That’s too bad. I wasn’t asking.” He put his car in park and started to come over to me. When he was stood in front of me he offered a hand towards me. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” When I didn’t reply to him he bent down, placing one hand under my thighs and the other on my back. He lifted me with ease and placed me in the passenger side of his truck. I knew I should probably run for it, but I couldn’t from the alcohol tiring my muscles. He jumped in the driver’s seat and shifted the car back into drive. “What happened to you? Why are you out here alone?” I hated that I was being interrogated. It was best to not give him the information anyways. “Can I at least get your name if nothing else?” He sounded a little shocked by how my appearance was. I knew I looked a mess.
