Cold Moon

Chapter One

"I still say you need to change schools." A very angry looking man with sandy blonde hair states as he speeds down the road.

"And I still say no, Jesus don't you trust me?" A blonde with a head full of crazy curls asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Around other men? No!" He yelled making her flinch back.

"Don't be such a fucking asshole. I have never given you any reason not to trust me, and yet you pull this shit. Every fucking time! I love my school. All my friends are there, I am not changing schools." The woman said, attempting to sound stern. She didn't usually stand up to him, but she had no intention of changing schools because he was jealous.

"I'm a fucking asshole? You know what? If I am such a fucking asshole you can find your own ride home." He said coming to a stop on a deserted road, "Get out of my car."

"What? No!" She yelled as he ripped the jacket she had resting on her lap.

"Get the fuck out of my car Mya." He said undoing her seat belt, "Open the fucking door and get out."

"Zach!"

"OPEN THE DOOR!" Zach yelled making her flinch away from him.

Her hands trembling she did as she was told, "Atleast give me back..." She didn't get to finish her sentence as he pushed her hard forcing her out of barely open passenger side door, making her sprawl on the pavement.

"ZACH!" Mya screamed tears streaming down her face as the car sped away the door banging shut. "ZACH PLEASE!" She slapped a hand over her mouth as a sob crawled itself up the back of her throat.

Still shaking she stood as a violent shiver ran through her body. Her hands trembling she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and tried calling her boyfriend. After ringing a few times it went straight to voicemail.

"Zach please come back. I don't know where I am. I'm sorry, please." She cried. She began to cry harder as she tried again, only this time it went straight to voicemail.

It was two am and she didn't know who else to call, who else might be up, so she tried her best friend who answered on the second ring, "Isn't it like two there?" she asked concern lacing her voice.

"I need a ride, I didn't know who to call." Mya choked out.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" She replied sounding even more concerned.

"I don't know! Zach got mad at me and threw me out of his car. He won't pick up the phone." Mya said wrapping her free arm around herself.

"Call your dad." Her friend said sternly.

"He's going to be mad, he'll go after him. I can't, you can't tell him." She choked out.

"Mya."

"Bille please don't call him. Please." The shivering was getting worse and her teeth started to chatter together.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Bille said, "Micah! Alex is out of town but Micah is off tonight! Call him!"

"It'll wake him up." She cried harder.

"Sweetie it's either Micah, my dad, who will definitely call yours, or your dad. All of who are sleeping, someone is getting woken up." Bille said matter of factly, "Call Micah, atleast he knows how to be discreet."

"Okay." Mya murmured.

"Alright, text me when you are in his car. Love you." Bille said.

"I will, love you too." Mya said, her hands shaking. Hanging up the phone she scrolled through her contacts until she found the one she was looking for. Listed simply as Mikey.