"Come on Steph, we have to go." She always makes us late for school, I have to drop her off at her school on my way to mine. "Sorry! Here I come." She says while coming downstairs. "Finally." I murmur as I grab my keys and start heading to my car. We got in the car and I sped off, I only have one more tardy and I'll get suspended because of her.
I dropped Steph off at her elementary and I was on my way to high school. Honestly I hate it, but I refuse to drop out. I only have one more year and Steph and I will be able to leave the hell holes. I say holes because I hate it at home too, my dad is abusive to us. But mom pretends to not see the bruises , it's bullshit. I parked in the back of the parking lot so people don't see me and walked on the edge of the trees up to the front door of the school. I walked in and started heading to my first class.
Then suddenly I was pinned against lockers with an arm against my throat. "Hey faggot, where's your skirt?" Shit. That's Ryan, he's the quarterback on the football team. Apparently I'm a faggot to him, I'm straight though. "Leave... me alone... Ryan." I struggled to get the words out. Then there was a large imapact in my ribs and I heard three pops from the same place. "Oh shit Ryan what did you do?" I heard Andy say from behind Ryan. I started screaming and held my ribcage, it hurts so bad. I started seeing spots in my vision. "I...I don't know... I think I broke his ribs or something." He then dropped me, I passed out at the impact of my ribs and the ground.
I hear crying, where is that coming from? I turned around but there was nothing. I then started following the sound and my surroundings morphed into an ally way and a dark haired girl was on the ground with her face in her hands. I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" She lifted her face and I could tell she had been the one crying. She didn't say anything, she just stood and began to fade out.
I woke up in the hospital. "No no no no no." I began to get up and tried to pull the IV out of my arm. A nurse walked in as I got it out of bed, "Sir, please relax sit down." "No. What time is it? Fuck I have to go get Steph." I pushed her out of the way and walked down the long corridor. A man in a white lab jacket on stepped out and stopped me, "sir, you're supposed to be in bed." "No, you just don't understand I have to get Steph if I don't Dad will so just leave me alone. Thanks for helping but I have to get Steph. What time is it?" He looked startled but answered anyway. "Its about 2:30 but you need to relax" I pushed him away and continued walking. My school is only about a 15 minute walk from her so I can get my car and be there by 3:00.
While walking back to school my pain caught back up with me and I had to stop, I'll have to come back once I have Steph. This hurts so bad, tears began streaming down my face so I began to think about my dream. Who was she? Why did I dream about her? I finally made it to the school parking lot wheezing and crying harder. I got in my car, I want to sit and relax for a second but it's already 2:45. I started my car and drove off making it to her school in time to pick her up before she called mom. "We.. We have to stop by the hospital." "What happened to you Dalton? " I just shook my head and drove back to the hospital. Once me made it to the hospital I parked and got out. Steph put her things in the trunk and followed me in.
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Saving what's mine
Teen FictionThis is a story about Dalton, he inevitably tries to help everyone ignoring the fact that they only hurt him in return. Continue reading to find out how someone finally see's that he's not happy and helps him.