Gena's Recycling Bin

Fix My Broken Heart

 I have the worst case of writers block ever and you can blame it on this stupid story. It's been in my head since me and my friend were thinking of hunknapping (the taking of a hot guy) our creative writing teacher and keeping him either in our closet or under our bed . So comment and tell me if I should continue. Hey go read 'World War High School' by Tear_Dropper you'll love it

Fix My Broken Heart - Part 1

"Ha Ha ha." She laughs at her best friends face. Then climbs on the table and starts sway her body seductively from side to side. The students around her stop doing whatever they were and came to watch the new girl. Some whistle and other whisper rude comments.

"Laila get your ass down here and what the hell is wrong with you?"Someone utters. Laila stops dance and bends down until her head is at level with her friends head.

"I'm drunk on milk silly." Laila answers smiling while lightly tapping her friend nose. "Oh." She stands up abruptly then her smile becomes wider as if she has the greatest idea. "You should do it with me Carrie." Carrie shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her friend stupidity. Carrie knows Laila is only doing this to get his attention even if it is his anger. Laila shrugs and continues dancing gaining a bigger audience of whistling boys. The bells rings and some people depart but most of them linger and watch Laila searching for attention.

"Come on Laila get down. You don't want to get detention and he is not going to like it." Laila stops to reminisce on Carrie words then begins to climb down from the table. Her audience of now all boys groan then begin to disperse.

"What is going on in here?" A very enrage Mr. James asks. He looks around and spots Carrie watching her identical twin sister and best friend climb down from the table. "Get to class or I'll give you all detention." The boys scurry away to their classes. "Carrie what the hell is happening here?" At the sound of her name she turns and stares wide eyed at Mr. James. "It's Laila of course it her." He says venomously. The sound of his voice distracts Laila causing her to lose her balance and start falling face first to the concrete floor. Mr. James and Carrie stand there watching as she falls to the ground she is close to it but before it touches her Carrie saves her by shielding Laila with her body. Mr. James' face changes from anger to concern. "Carrie are you alright?" Carrie groans and mumbles yes and pulls her sister into a hug.

"Are you okay sis?" Carrie ask her sister. She doesn't really mean if she is okay physically it more of emotionally. Laila nods against Carrie's chest as tears threaten to fall. He always does the same thing. He never worries about Laila just Carrie.

"You always find a way to be in trouble don't you? You're just a damn inconvenience you know." Mr. James utter venomously. Laila flinched but refuses to show her face by now tears were spilling from her face. Laila wants to yell at him and ask him why he hurts her so much. Why does he add more reopens the scars that were created years ago by her own mistakes. His words hurt even more because hey are true and are coming from him.

"Don't you ever talk about my sister that way." Carrie snaps. Carrie is getting sick of his attitude towards his sister. She has been through a lot and he isn't helping. He mumbles an apology. "You better leave now." Carrie orders him and he obeys. "He doesn't mean that. He was just angry." Carrie tries comforting her crying sister knowing it is all a lie. She has done this countless time in the past months so she knows the routine. "Come on sissy let's get some ice cream to cheer you up. Are you up for it?" Weirdly enough Laila shakes her head. She uncovers her face from Carrie's chest.

"I think that right now I need to run alone. I'm not in the mood to cheer myself up because I know he is going to do something like that again. Why did we do it? Why did I have to marry that big fat hunk of a jerk?"

Laila runs out the school tears streaming down her face and blinding her sight but she doesn't care. Maybe if she gets hit by a bus he'll be happy with her. She runs and runs ignoring the pain in her ankle until her body is tired and until she has found a perfect place she could do it. Its closed off by trees everywhere and in the middle there is a small ravine going down hill. She takes out the razor blade she keeps hidden in her bra wrapped in paper towels. She then lifts up her shirt and places the blade on her scarred hip. What Laila doesn't know is that someone ran after her and is watching her every action and before the blade can pierce her skin he speaks.

"I heard what you said." Laila startled by the sudden voice and drops the blade to the ground then proceeds to stare at the boy. To any normal person he would be scary but not to her. She isn't afraid of the dark clothing or the piercing and she actually found him handsome. He is tall, dark in both figurative and literal way and handsome but she found her hateful husband to be even better looking than him. Why did she fall for him Laila thinks. Her sister warned her that doing so would only break her heart but she does anyway. She is brought out of her thoughts by the shuffling of leaves and the sound of a broken twig. Laila remembers that she is not alone and that he had said something to her.

"What?" She says confused.

"You're married to Mr. James. I heard you say it." Laila wants to deny it but she debates on whether or not she should tell him but she decides it too risky until takes a good look at him. Something about him makes her feel like she could trust him so before she even knows it she is telling him the story on how it happened.

"Can't you get an annulment or something. " Ryan asks.

"No the judge said we had to try and make it work or we could both end up in jail." Laila now regrets telling him because of his shocked expression. Ryan saw her expression and tells her something.

"So since you told me something I'll tell you a secret about myself." Laila feels better after he spills such a large secret about himself and she knows she made a friend.