June 9th
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I was in my room watching tv. No one was home. Max was at his friends house and my mom was at work. I heard a knock on my door. I got up from my bed and open the door. Antonio was there. He came in and kissed me. I pushed him off.
"How did you get in here" I asked
"The front door"
"Why are you here"
"Just thought to come see you"
"But we broke up remember"
"Why do you always say we broke up"
"Because we did!"
"No we didn't"
"Leave"
"Don't f*cking tell me what to do"
"I said leave!"
"No!"
He slapped me across the face. It started to sting. I put my hand on it and a tear came out.
"This is why I f*cking left you!"
"Come here"
"No"
"I said f*cking come here!"
He grabbed me and he locked my door. He pinned me against the wall and started touching me everywhere. I tried pushing him off of me but I couldn't. He started taking off my shirt then pants. I started screaming for help. He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me. I kept trying to keep him off. I started screaming for help again.
Nash's POV:
Emily and I were walking around the neighborhood.
"We should go Stevie" Emily said
"Why?" I said
"Because you haven't seen her since the week before school ended"
"That's true"
"So?"
"Let's go see her"
We started walking to her house. I ranged the doorbell. No one answered.
Stevie's POV:
The doorbell ranged. Antonio stopped. He put his hand on my mouth.
"Be quiet"
The doorbell ranged again. I bit his hand. He got off of me and I started screaming. I started running towards the door but he grabbed my leg and I fell. I heard the front door open and people running up the stairs. When the door open it hit my head.
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I fell off my bed and woke up. Whoa it was just a dream but it seem so real. I got my blanket and laid back down on my bed. I checked my phone. 3:37AM. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again. I couldn't. I got up and grabbed my blanket. I walked into the living-room and sat on the couch. I turned on the tv and started changing the channels. I was watching tv for 30 minutes. My eyes started closing.
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7:00AM
"Sweetie go in your room" My mom said
"Okay"
"And you need to stop sleeping on the couch you've been doing that for the past 2 weeks"
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay. I'm going to work now"
"Okay see you later"
She left and I got up. I grabbed my blanket and walk to my room. I closed my door and laid on my bed. I heard my phone go off but I didn't bother with it. I closed my eyes and my phone went off again. I open my eyes and looked at my phone. 2 texts from Nash.
Nash- Hey Stevie
Nash- The guys want to know if u wanna hang out later
Stevie- Uh sure. What time?
Nash- 6ish
Stevie- Okay sounds good
I put my phone back and laid back down. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
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Bullied by Nash Grier
FanfictionStevie Foster is a 15 years old Native American. She was kidnapped when she was just 3 years old, but she doesn't know it. She has been bullied ever since the 7th grade by use to be friend but now he's not or maybe he has change.
