chapter 1

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Melody's POV:

I am now a senior in high school. One would hope that after getting away from the abuse life would be great. Well that's not the case for me. I am happy that i got away from the abuse but i'm always being bullied at school. Draven, my boyfriend, does what he can to help me though it's not enough. I flinch every time i think someone will hit me.

I am now walking towards the cafeteria and as always there are my bullies in the hallway. My bullies putting their hands out as if they would hit me. I flinch every time till i'm finally in the cafeteria. I would have gone to go get food but after what just happend im not that hungry anymore. I ended up in a bathroom stall, crying as quietly as i can.

A few minutes later, I hear footsteps then my friend, Jessika's voice. " I know your in there Melody. Come on out. Your boyfriend is out there waiting, worried about you". She tells me, trying to get me to come out of the stall. I sigh, though still crying. "i don't want to go out there!". I tell her in a louder voice. "so you don't want that comfort you always get from him?" Jessika says, encouraging me to come out of the stall. I sigh, my friend is right as always. "fine...." i unlock the bathroom stall and walk out of the stall.   

We hug for a few minutes then walk out of the bathroom. Once we walk out of the bathroom I see Draven leaning against the wall, waiting for me. When i see him, I quickly walk into his arms, my head resting on his chest. "hey babygirl, how are you? have you eaten yet?". Draven asks me, being his worried self about me as always. I shake my head. "no.. they don't stop messing with me.... and i'm not hungry...". I told him quietly. I hear Draven sigh. " Melody, i'm sorry for them being bullies but you need to eat at least something". I whined. " Draven, i'm NOT hungry...". Draven shakes his head. "you are eating something.." Jessika and i walk to our table while draven goes to get some food. Draven comes to the table awhile later, he hands me a sandwich with a look saying i have to eat it. I eat the sandwich to make him happy, every once in awhile laughing at his silly jokes.

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