We started hanging out every afternoon. He walked me to all my classes, making sure I'm not hurt by anyone. I started to question him; where he came from, who he lived with, if he had siblings. He would return those questions and I'd answer honestly. "Well I was born in Philadelphia, but soon after we moved down here. Both my parents died however but not before my father could remarry. She has two daughters of her own." I said, staring down at my lap. He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I shrugged. He told me he'd talk to me later and ran home. I cried that night. I was falling for Scott. But he didn't want me. Just like my father and mother didn't want me. The next day I begged and pleaded with my stepmother to let me stay home. She punched me in the face and stormed away screaming, "your just like your father! Your a lazy bum!" I grabbed my bag and a pair of sunglasses and headed to school. At my locker I hid. I couldn't let anyone see me. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. "Guess who?" He said. "Scott I'm not in the mood." I said. He was silent for a minute. I turned to see if he had gone only to have him two inches from my face. I jumped back. "What the hell are you doing?" I said clutching my chest. "Sunglasses aren't allowed at school.."he said cautiously. "So what?" I said fidgeting with my locker door. He suddenly grabbed my glasses and pinned me to the locker. "Who did it? I'll beat them into the ground!" he yelled dangerously. I collapsed and darted sobbing. He knelt next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "It was my stepmother. I tried to get her to let me stay home and she got mad at me." I cried softly. He tightened his grip on me. "Its okay. Everything will be alright." He sighed. He stood and took my hand. "I'm going to walk to walk you home." He raised his eyebrows as panic set in. My eyes were wide my grip on his arm hurt. "Dont make me go back there." I whispered. He shook his head. He continued walking. He got permission from Barbara, the secretary, and started walking the opposite way of my house. I didn't question so long as we didn't go to my house.
YOU ARE READING
A Cinderella story
RomanceMy whole life I'd been dedicated to my father. My mother passed suddenly of a disease that has yet to be identified when I was only six. When my father remarried I was ecstatic. I was finally going to have a mother figure again. She would never comp...
