𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑹 // 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴! 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 (FINISH)

10

This chapter contains:
● Cursing
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A/n: this is a backstory chapter, please listen to the music while reading this chapter as it will kinda fit with the story.

(P.s. if the music won't load don't worry about it.)

Enjoy
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Y/n:

I laugh at the comment Myc made. We were sitting around the triangle table, as it was a free day and We decided to spend it together.

"So y/n, what was your childhood like before you went to that school with Andre?" Brett asked.

I look at Brett and then look around the table when Glenn speaks up, "Let her be not like Andre couldn't tell us!"

"Andre wasn't there." I sigh, looking off into space... "I'll take you to the beginning..."

|- March 24th 1985 -|

"Come on y/n!" Mark yelled as he stood on top of the hill, we were celebrating my 9th birthday, he grabbed my hands and pointed to the sky, "Look a shooting star! Wish for something!"

I smile at the sky, "I wish we'll be friends forever, Mark."

His scruffy black hair sways in the wind as he turns to me, his dark hazel eyes staring into my e/c eyes. His dark olive skin reflected the night sky.

"I wished that too, y/n." He smiled at me, a light pink tint appeared across his cheeks.

I laugh, "Aw does someone have a crush on me?!"

"What- No!" He covers his face with his hands, "come on let's head back home."

We hold each other's hands as we run down the hill, the flowers swaying in the wind around us, our hair dancing in the wind, our clothes letting the breeze pass through.

As I arrive home I wave to Mark goodbye. I close my front door and say hello to my parents. My mother was in the kitchen listening to the radio and my father smoking at the dinner table while reading the newspaper. Everything was great until I was 14.

|- November 18th 1990 -|

Mark and I cross the street to get to our middle school. We were in 8th grade now and we were a couple. There was a school dance that day. It was the day Everything went wrong...

As we enter the dance floor, marks friend saw us. He ran up to us and said that it was young love and we would probably break up in a few months after freshman year so Mark could get some large-boobed girl.

"Like I would ever leave y/n for a girl like that." Mark wraps his arm around my neck.

I chuckle, "and I would never leave you for another man."

He smiles down at me and kisses me on the cheek then turns to his friend, "Now you on the other hand need to get a girl."

"I know I know but I don't feel like it! There are no girls my type and the girl I love is already taken!" He sighs and crosses his arms, looking away.

"And who is that girl?" Mark and I asked.

Marks' friend looked at him, "Marielle, but she's taken by that stupid football player!"

There are then 3 loud gunshots, everyone turns their heads to a guy in the middle of the dance floor with a gun that was pointed up to the ceiling.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" The man yells.

Mark pulls me down and turns to his friend, "keep her safe."

The next thing I know he was running at the man and tackling him to the ground,

"MARK!" I scream as The man with the gun fires 4 rounds into Mark's chest. I run over and hold him as the man points the gun at us, "Mark... oh my god your so fucking stupid..." I cry.

His friend runs over to us, "y/n!" But the football team holds him back, "Let me go! She's going to get herself killed!"

"Anyone else!" The man with the gun looked around. Everyone backed away then he turned to me, "did I ruin your date?" He snickers.

I raise my fist and punch him in the Jaw, "GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

He starts to laugh and points the gun at me, "You shouldn't have done that."

"DO IT! I DARE YOU TOO!" I yell.

This buys the football team enough time to grab the gun and tackle the guy as people called 911.

Mark's friend ran up to me, "are you alright... I'm sorry-"

I wrapped my arms around him, "It's alright, it wasn't your fault Andre."

Andre and I sit in the middle of the dance floor as the football team takes Mark away and the police arrive.

|- May 1st 1991 -|

"God who is she going to marry now!" My father yelled at my mom.

"I- I don't know..." my mother cried, "she loved Mark!"

I sigh as I sit on the stairs as hear the two yell at each other. My father had become even drunk and we had just moved into a richer house.

"What about Mr. Hand's kid? Brett?" My mom asked.

"We don't talk about that kid..." my father snarled, "he's a failure and a disappointment to the Hand family!"

My father's shadow moved to the stairs to see me sitting there, "h-hi..." I smile nervously.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you-"

"Not to spy on your conversations!" I groaned, "I know!"

"Then why do you still do it!" He smashed the beer bottle to the ground.

"BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS REMOVE EVERYTHING FROM MY MEMORIES THAT I WANT TO REMEMBER BUT I CAN'T!" I yell as I stand up, tears start to form in my eyes, "YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING HATE YOU I WANT A NORMAL LIFE!"

|- Now -|

"A year later my father erased memories of Andre's memory and mine. Little did he know we would be going to the same Christian school and would become friends again." I finish the story, "God, I hated my father. Thank God he died of cancer a few years after I went into that school."

Everyone stares at me, when Glenn speaks up, "Holy shit."

"Holy shit is right!" Gigi sniffs, "Girl I am so sorry."

"It's alright." I try to smile to make gigi feel better.

Andre then sighs, "That's why my mother and your father were good friends."

I nod, "now I'm going to go take a nap, see you guys tomorrow." Everyone says goodbye since it was like 3 in the afternoon. I didn't look back as I exit the room.