Falling Slowly (A GMW Fanfic)

12-Guns and Tears

Lucas' POV

I wake up to Maya's phone alarm roaring the song, 'She Looks So Perfect.' I groan, and hear Maya groan and turn it off. Riley looks up at me, and smiles. Her face is badly bruised and cut, but, she looks so perfect.

"Don't you dare quote that song." Riley smiles.

"You can read minds, can't you?" I laugh.

"Maybe." she smirks. We get up and go to get ready. I was already basically ready, I just needed to change my shirt and comb my hair. Same with Farkle. So, we stay her while the girls go in Riley's room to get ready.

Maya's POV

We head to Riley's room, and get dressed. I help Riley get on shorts that go up to half of her thigh, and I help her tie her converse. She decides to keep her tank top on. She braids her hair, and I put mascara on her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to cover up your cuts and bruises?" I ask Riley for the tenth time.

She nods. "Yeah. I want people to see what she did to me. If she even shows up."

"Okay. Oh, and your dad is going to be back at school today!" she smiles. "Yay! He's probably gonna go all Topanga on her!" we laugh. We say that people go Topanga when people get really angry and sassy.

I put on some black mid-thigh shorts, and a white tank top that says, '96' on it. I pull on my combat boots, and pull my hair up. I apply some mascara, concealer, foundation, eyeliner, and I fill in my eyebrows. We finally finish, and head off to school with the guys.

Riley's POV

When we get to school, everyone asks me what happened. I ignore them all, and just hop along on my crutches.

"Okay, people, she will sign autographs later!" Maya pushes her way through the crowd so I can get through.

We finally get to class, and I'm glad to sit down. My dad walks in, and smiles.

"Riley! You're okay!" he exclaims.

"Hi, dad. I'm glad you're feeling better." I smile. He gives me hug, and I flinch.

"Oh, sorry." he apologizes.

"No, it's okay." I smile.

"So why didn't you put makeup over the bruises?" he asks.

"Because I want everyone to see what she did to me." Everyone turns towards me.

"Who?" I hear some people ask. I shake my head.

Then, she walks in. I stiffen. She looks up at me, and her eyes grow wide. She freezes, and I look at her, not smiling.

"W-what are you d-doing here, Matthews?! I-I killed you! How could y-you survive being t-thrown off of a building?! I told you that no one would ever see you again. Not Cory, not Topanga, not Auggie, not Farkle, not Maya, and especially not Lucas. I told you that he was mine! But you didn't listen! I told you that you were gonna pay! I punched you! I kicked you! I cut you! I pushed you! I pulled your hair! I made sure that you were dead! I freaking threw you off of a freaking building!!! Now I'm gonna make sure that you're dead!" Everyone was staring at us. I was horrified, reliving what had happened last night.

She grabbed me, and threw me against the door. She grabbed my neck, and put the same knife to my throat. It already had my blood on it.

My dad, Lucas, Maya, and Farkle all jumped at her, while everyone else backed away to the back of the room, terrified.

"Don't move!" Missy screamed at everyone trying to rescue me. She was slowly tightening her grip on my neck, and I was loosing air. I pull my hands up to my neck, terrified that this will be my last minute or so. There's a knife to my throat, and I'm choking. I look at my dad, there are tears in his eyes, and he looks horrified. Farkle. His tears haven't escaped his eyes yet, but they're about to. Lucas. His tears have escaped his eyes already, and he looks more scared than he's ever been. Maya. She's bawling, and she looks the most scared.