It's 2 A.M. I'm cold, tired, and sore, so sore. I guess now would be a good time to say that my parents abuse me. Well, my Dad does, my mom died of Cancer when I was 7.
Anyways, I don't really think of it as abuse, it's just sometimes my Dad has a little too much to drink and comes home angry and takes it out on me, its normal.
Anyways, tonight was one of those nights, and I guess he was particularly angry because he hit really hard tonight and for a long time.
Anyways, right now I'm on the side of the street trying to make my way to Jack's house. He doesn't love too far away and, on nights like tonight I always end up heading over after my Dad is done with me. So you could say I go to his place a lot.
When I get to Jack's I automatically head upstairs and go to his room. He's fast asleep so I decide not to wake him. I go over to his dresser and grab one of his shirts and a pair of boxers and head to the bathroom to change. I climb into bed with Jack and he immediately puts his arm around my waist and I cuddle into his chest.
Laying with Jack like this is the best thing in the world, especially after a night like mine. Don't get me wrong, me and Jack are just friends but I just feel so warm and safe in his arms and never want to leave. I continue thinking about how much I love Jack's arms around me and how much I sound like every other plastic girl as I drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hey, it's me again. So this one was a bit longer but I just wanted to give a little background info on Steph and to develop Jack's character a bit more. Hope you enjoyed it and please keep reading, the next chapter should be out soon.
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Self-Induced Panic
Teen FictionI'm awful at descriptions so you're just gonna have to read my story to find out. I also have no f-ing plan or storyline written out for this thing yet so...yeah. Anyways please give this a read, thanks! Also btw ignore the name on the front cover...
