Ophelia

Part one?

She ran after him. That's how all of this started. She should have known better to chase after Archer Black, the town's bad boy. Ophelia was a smart girl, she played by the rules, never went to parties, got straight A's, and on top of that, she was stunning.
Ophelia had long, black, wavy hair that touched the bottom of her butt, beautiful ocean blue eyes and when you looked into them you would feel a sense of calmness but if you looked deeper you would see that there was an untold story that would haunt her every waking moment. She had light brown freckles that spread across her smooth tan skin, her lips were just perfect; they fit her face perfectly, they looked very kissable, and every guy would agree to that.
Archer was the polar opposite of Ophelia. His hair was short, black, and fluffy; each little piece fell perfectly into place. His eyes would remind you of a dark forest that had many secrets to hide. His jawline was as sharp as a razor blade, he worked out every chance he had, which gave him a beautiful eight pack. His arms were thick, but not too thick. You could see the veins in his arms, hands, and neck. He was every woman's wet dream. He would break the rules, and girls' hearts, with no care in the world. Archer would go to parties, drink, stay out late, and did not give two shits about school. There were only two things that he liked about school, which were his art class and Ophelia. Obviously, Archer knew she would never go for a guy like him but there was something about her that drew him in. He had loved Ophelia for several years but he would not dare to tell a soul.
Ophelia had done her usual routine. She woke up at six in the morning, got in the shower and was out by six thirty-on the dot. She got dressed, and arrived at school by seven fifteen-not a second later. Ophelia didn't really have any friends, sure she had a few acquaintances but she pretty much kept to herself. It was her last year of high school and all she wanted to do was get by with as little drama as possible.
Ophelia wanted to be a photographer; she spent most of her free time finding new places and taking pictures. It was the only thing she could depend on, it gave her a feeling of peace. Her first class was art, which was her favorite class, with writing class coming in as a close second. She gracefully walked to her class, turning heads every single step of the way. Ophelia knew she was attractive. She was confident in her own skin and that's what made her even more beautiful. She greeted Mrs. Ivory with a warm, welcoming smile and sat down in her usual spot at the back. The bell rang signaling that it was time to start class. Mrs. Ivory began speaking about the project that was due in two months, the students would have to make an art piece that would tell a story. The teacher began pairing the students, when Ophelia heard her name called her head went up, Mrs. Ivory paused for a moment and said that Ophelia would be paired with Archer, they both groaned, Ophelia went to protest but Mrs. Ivory said that you were stuck with who you got. Ophelia and Archer made eye contact, scowls on both of their faces but as Ophelia kept looking at him she saw something else in his eyes. Could it be excitement? Ophelia thought to herself. Archer looked away and the bell rang. He got up and walked out as quickly as possible. Of course Ophelia chased after him but he was already lost in the sea of students.
The day went by as normal, Ophelia was ready to go home as she was spent from all the information she had absorbed. The bell rang and everyone shot out of their seats and got out of there as fast as possible. Ophelia walked towards her car. It was a pretty shade of teal with a chrome grill and speakers that were so loud you could hear from blocks away. It was a 1958 Chevy Bel Air Impala, her most prized possession. The car had been her mother's. Her mom had hidden it in a storage unit for Ophelia for when she turned 16, of course, all the car guys drooled over it. Archer spotted Ophelia as he was walking out and made his way towards her. "Here's my number, meet me at Patty's Diner at 6", Archer had said and walked away. Ophelia stood there stunned and confused, she shook her head and climbed into her car. Ophelia sighed as she pulled into her driveway knowing that her dad was probably drinking again. Ever since her mother and her twin sister passed when she was three, there hadn't been a day where her dad was sober. When he drank too much, which was every day, he would get mad and take it out on Ophelia. There wasn't a day that he wouldn't throw something at her or just hit her for no reason. Ophelia had tried to go to the cops about her dad, but no one believed her because he was a well respected man in the small town. And, because it was a small town, word got around and the other kids started bullying Ophelia. Her muscles ached in agony preparing for what's to come. She had barely recovered from yesterday's beating. He had always made sure to avoid her face so that was a small plus. Taking a deep breath in, Ophelia opened the door and walked in.
"Good you're home. Go do the dishes and make me some food!", Ophelia's dad ordered. She nodded her head, not daring to speak knowing the consequences.
Ophelia finished the chores her drunken father assigned her, and she got in the shower. Showers were one of Ophelia's favorite things. She felt like all of her pain, sadness, and anger washed down the drain with water. She could scrub away the feeling of his touch. She shuddered with disgust as she scrubbed her skin. She was scrubbing so hard that her skin started to blister and bleed but she paid no mind, loving the feeling of the pain. This would be considered self harm but to her it was her way of cleansing. She stepped out of the shower with a content sigh. Ophelia looked at herself in the mirror, she frowned as she looked at her scar ridden body,' why couldn't I be like everyone else? Why me?' Ophelia thought to herself. Shaking her head as she walked towards her closet, she picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a long sleeve black turtleneck to cover any marks. It was like her own disguise. She put on her shoes and threw on a little bit of makeup, nothing crazy, just some mascara and lip gloss. She looked in the mirror one last time but with a smile on her face this time. Ophelia grabbed her keys and her gun. Ophelia lived on the sketchy side of town. She learned quickly to always carry a weapon, she had taken it upon herself to take shooting, knife throwing, and self defense classes. Of course, she was the best in each class. Ophelia was a force to be reckoned with if she were angered enough. She quickly and quietly made her way to the front door, making sure not to wake her father. As she slipped out in success, Ophelia got in her car and started driving to Patty's. She couldn't lie to herself. She was a tad excited to see Archer because she had liked him for a few years but he never noticed her or at least that's what she thought.
Ophelia arrived at Patty's. As she gracefully exited her car, her hips swayed at every step she took. She could see Archer sitting at a booth through the windows. As she opened the door, Archer's head shot in anticipation and he smiled inwardly. Ophelia took a seat across from Archer, he had a displeased look on his face but on the inside he felt like a toddler getting cake and presents. This project gave him the chance to talk to her but he didn't know how to do that. Archer was raised in a house with no love, yes he had both his parents but all they did was argue. He didn't even know how to love or what it felt like to be loved, so how could he love Ophelia the right way? That was something he would soon figure out. "Let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point." Ophelia spoke with sternness in her voice.
"Okay then, you got any ideas?" Archer questioned, a little pissed off at the way she spoke to him. No one dared to speak to him like that.
"I'm really good with a camera so maybe we could go to the forest during the day. There is an old wooden path where we could tell a story about abandoned structures and buildings in the woods. I know a few other places we could go to as well." Ophelia spoke with excitement in her voice. She had so many ideas for this project and she couldn't wait.
"Sure, whatever works." Archer said with a dismissive tone, he didn't know how to talk to her but he loved how happy she got when she was speaking about her ideas.
"Okay it's set then. Meet me at my car after school and we can get started." Ophelia said and stood up to leave but Archer grabbed her hand.
"Stay for a minute." He spoke with a gentle tone. Ophelia stood still, shocked he was saying such a thing. "Have you eaten dinner yet?" Ophelia shook her head no. Archer called over a waitress and ordered himself and Ophelia some food. They sat in awkward silence until their food arrived.
"Thank you, you didn't have to." Ophelia spoke as the plates were being sat down on the table.
"Of course I did, I asked you here." He said.
"Well you didn't ask me, you told me. You need to work on your manners." Ophelia laughed.
"You could help me." Archer said, surprising Ophelia.
"Sure, first lesson, say please and thank you more", Ophelia said with a small smile on her face. "Go ahead and try it."
"Okay um, Ophelia, will you please go on a date with me?" Archer said. Ophelia's jaw dropped; she sat there stunned for a minute or two but then busted into a fit of laughter. Archer looked at her confused. She stopped when she realized he wasn't kidding.
"You're joking right?" Ophelia asked.
"No, will you please go on a date with me?" Archer asked once more with a serious tone.
"Sure." Ophelia replied unsure if it was a good idea.
"Okay then, this Friday at seven I'll come pick you up and we will go to Olive Garden." Archer said with excitement in his tone.
"Can you pick me up at the park instead of my house?" Ophelia asked. Ophelia didn't want Archer to see the hole in the ground that she lived in and she definitely didn't want her dad to see him. Archer looked at Ophelia with wonder and worry.' I'll find out what you're trying to hide, Ophelia, don't think you can fool me'. Archer thought to himself. They finished their food and Archer paid the bill. As Ophelia began to walk towards her car, Archer sped past her and opened the door for her. She climbed in and said a polite thank you to Archer. He nodded his head in response. Ophelia drove off with a smile on her face. Both had dreamt about one another that night, it was the first time in a long time that Ophelia's sleep was not plagued with nightmares.
Ophelia's day went per usual; she couldn't help the excitement bubble in her chest as the clock got closer to three. As soon as the clock hit three, she sprinted out the door and went straight to her car. Archer walked as fast as he could to Ophelia's car, when he reached her he opened her door. Then, he closed it behind her and got in on the other side. Ophelia and Archer sat in a comfortable silence for the first five minutes.
"So how far is this place?", asked Archer.
"It's only 20 minutes and it's one of my favorite places to go," Ophelia responded.
"Oh okay." Archer said. A short twenty minutes later they arrived at their destination.
"Wow this is beautiful," Archer gasped. The trees were as tall as the clouds. There was a little bit of fog and a breeze making it absolutely perfect for pictures. It was like the scene in front of them wasn't real. "How did you find this place?" Archer asked.
"My mom used to bring me here when I was little." Ophelia spoke trying to hide the sadness in her voice but Archer noticed it and he wasn't going to let it slide.
"Where is your mom now?" Archer questioned.
"She's-" Ophelia was interrupted by Archer's phone ringing. Archer' s face went pale.
"I'm sorry Ophelia, I have to go." He said in a rushed tone. Archer went straight into a sprint Ophelia tried to catch up to him but she fell. Archer was too busy panicking to notice. Ophelia laid there unmoving. She had broken her ankle and most definitely had a concussion. She moved to grab her phone but when she realized it was dead she knew that she would never be found.
Archer's father had called him to tell him that his mother had a stroke and she was in the hospital. Even though his mother and father never paid any attention to Archer, he still loved them. His mother would never be able to do anything on her own again. Hours passed and Ophelia still laid there. She had gone numb to the pain. She could feel that she was slowly drifting away. Archer had left the hospital not being able to handle seeing his mother like that. Daylight came quickly and Archer had no energy to go to school but he needed to see Ophelia. The day went by and Ophelia never showed, Archer was panicking again. He knew that something was not right because Ophelia never missed a day of school, even if she had a fever. He tried calling her but it would go straight to voicemail and he had no idea where she lived. 'Ophelia, where could you possibly be? I need you to be okay'. Archer thought to himself. Then it hit him, the spot she showed him yesterday. He ran to his car and drove as fast as he could to get to her, not worrying about stop lights. When he arrived, he ran as fast as he could. He found her, she was bleeding from her head, her ankle swollen, she was unmoving, eyes closed. Archer let out a cry. "Ophelia wake up! Wake up Ophelia!" Archer yelled louder shaking her body with tears streaming down his face.

The End...

If y'all want a part 2 lmk and I'll make one