Ying Yang love

Chapter 13

Jason walks in and sits next to me "we need to talk" I look over to Madi and Bradley who are still talking outside "I told you to stay away didn't I?" He taps a beat with his pen before standing up and yanking me out into the hallway by my arm "YOU'RE HURTING ME LET ME GO" he keeps dragging me any way

"Not until you hear me out" I try to pull away but his grip only tightens "I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT YOU LET ME GO" I cry out as he pushes me into an empty classroom and locks the door "Alema come on I was drunk and we weren't even dating. Theres no rule against it." I turn to the window and looks for an opening.

"against the rules?!? Theres no fucking manual you just don't do it you prick!" I find an opening and hoist it, he rushes over and closes it "I mean whats the matter with you! You knew you knew!!!" I walk over to the door and frantically try to get out, he cups my hand "Alema you have to understand! We aren't even dating and I was really drunk I didn't know what I was doing..." I rub my forehead trying to calm down "DON'T YOU MEAN WHO YOU WERE DOING?

He sits himself down onto the desk and rests his hands on his face "Alema come on I don't even remember the girls name" my breathing starts to get heavier "well you know what? I guess that makes everything okay SINCE I SLEPT WITH BRADLEY." He gets up and moves closer "you did what?!?" I fold my arms over my chest "oh so its okay for you to do it but not me? Oh what a shame" he unlocks the door and bolts out, I sob uncontrollably on the floor.

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MADI'S POV

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My breathing increases when I try to walk from the spot I was just standing in. Bradley knows.. but how? Did Alema tell him? I let out a shakey breath and close my eyes. I lean against the wall and slide down it.

Alema.. where is she? I put my hand on the ground and try to pull my weight up but fall back to the floor and let out an irritable sigh. I look up to see Jason storming out from a classroom a few doors away.

"Jason." I call out.

He looks at me and stops. I see a tear slide down his face and he clenches his fist. Oh my fuck, can't you just help me without the dramatic shit. "The reason why I helped you," he starts. "Was because I got a note in my locker."

He shoves his hand into his pocket and throws out a note. I try to reach out to grab it but I feel so weak. "Why do I feel this way." I mumble to myself.

"I'm done with your sister and you." He starts walking away but pauses and moves his head to the side. "You're in danger this time, Madi. Don't stay out too late." He storms off.

I roll my eyes at him. Fucking great. It wasn't enough that he leaves me on the ground to not get up but he also mentions I'm in danger. Why can't I move?! "Help!" I shout out but no one hears me.

I slap the ground out of frustration. Why is my body like this? I slide down onto the floor and lay there silently. I feel my eyelids becoming heavier and I pass out.

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"Kyle!" I shout and run down the stairs with my socks. I had my present in my hands that was jiggling all over the place because of how fast I was running down the stairs.

I look up to see dad crying on the lounge and I run over to him. "What's wrong, dad?" I ask as I sit down next to him and put a hand on his back. He let out a sob and covers his face with his big hands which made me feel sorry for him. I've never seen dad cry this way. "Dad?" I ask again.

"He's dead." He wipes his tears away with his tissues and sniffs.

I stand up and look at him. "Who is, dad?" I ask with a frown.