Chapter 1 Harry

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hi, this is Rohy hope you enjoy this its the first ever book that I've published. tell me what you think.



I can't even remember how this started. I run my smooth, but scared fingers through the silky black side of my hair. ( I Don't know why I decided that a half-black, half-white, head of hair was a good idea...I guess it looks cool.) God did this all start with a deal or a dare? (Or was it his fans sinking into my skin.) How many years has this game been played? That's what this is, it's a game. I used to love games when that's all we could ever do is play games in the care home. (Im, not an orfin my parents just didn't have enough money for me and my brother so we were forced to go to a care home until they had enough money for us. Which never happened.) my favorite game to play was hopscotch. I loved making new courses out of chalk and making up new rhymes to hop to. I begin humming one of my favorite rhymes.

"Hop hop on the scotch, up and down side, to side. In and out up and down. Hop hop to the scotch" It was childish I know, but I always loved it. I was apparently also hoping for the beat of the song out of habit. I look down at my feet and sing the song again.

"Hop hop to the scotch" for that part of the song you were at the start so you hoped forward three blocks and then...

"Up and down" you hop up on one leg then switch legs when you come down.

"Side, to side" then you would hop forward one onto one of the two squats in front of you and hop between them.

"In and out" you would hop forward two squats then back and forth on the two squares...

"Up and down" you would hop forward one leg and hop up and down switch ing legs in the prosses.

"Hop hop to the scotch!" then you would end it by hoping for ward tree and twirling then-

Suddenly a very familiar chest bumped into me and dragged me out of my childhood memories.

"Wow! Harry what the fuck!" it was Marrygold...my boyfriend...he is my first ever male crush and boyfriend... which he makes fun of me for 24/7. ( And no I'm not named after Harry Otter)

"Hu what? oh, sorry Mar Mar" I love using nicknames it is like the best thing ever! But he is not as fond of them.

"Oh my god, Harry how many times do I have to say this until it will get through your thick head." hu, he must be in a bad mood. I wonder what's got him so worked up he's not the one that's about to talk to a giant group of people about becoming a vampire. (without saying that they will become a vampire.)

"Sorry, " I say to him. That seems like the only thing I ever say to him. I'm always saying 'sorry', or, 'my mistake', and 'omg I'm such a clutz'. when I'm not. He blames everything on me. NO he dosent!...no...no...NO.

"Tsk '' Why does he always have to be judging me? "It's fine" He sighs...HE FUCKING SIGHS!... that's fine he can sigh if he wants to...but come on. "But I do expect you to make up for it.'' At this, he traces along my stoic to my jaw tilting my head up. I hate this....no...no...no...stop please...but if I do stop him then he'll dump me...( I tried once and we were apart for 1 day when he said through text 'i know you were just in a bad move and being over dramatic.RIGHT.'and that night he came over and I said no again but this time he wouldn't take it...we got back together in the end...I still have a scar from how hard he pushed me against the wall in an attempt to turn me on.) and I can't have that happen. (not again.) I think that I don't want to be with him....no. I do he is my world, my light....right...yes right... that's what he always says so it must be true....right? So as he places his lips to mine I moan into them to keep him happy just so then I won't get dumped. (or hit across the face, or shoved against a wall and scratched.) Then he places his hand in my suit's back pocket. (by the way, I am wearing a cruella deville inspired outfit. You know what that means. No, I did not kill dalmations. But I did make it black and white. It looks super cool...in my opinion.) No, that is where I draw the line. He can't do that in public or really anywhere. (I've tried talking to him about boundaries but he just doesn't care whenever I try to bring up the subject he calls me a baby and shoves me against a wall and breaks all my boundaries and sometimes my skin.)

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