Hanging By A Thread

Prologue

A/N Hey guys! I started writing because I started to make a story in my head and decided why not post it on wattpad. :P I'm a new writer and this is my first book so it's probably not going to be great. It will be better though because my friend Kiara is going to be helping me out. I hope you guys like this story. Oh and btw later on it might not exactly be the same as it is in the prologue. EDIT: Hey guys, I first started this story in middle school, if you liked it and noticed it became unpublished, this is because I am now in college and I remembered wattpad and reread this story and thought there were a lot of plot holes I'd want to fix if I wanted to continue this story. So I am going to be editing A LOT before republishing.

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Prologue

*Megan's P.O.V*

I was standing outside, waiting for him to open the door. I had already knocked a few times, and I had been standing here for a few minutes now. What is taking him so long? I thought to myself. Getting irritated I went over to to the fake rock which held a spare key under it that he had told me about. I took the spare key and let myself in, and headed up to his room. 

I paused at his door, hearing a female voice saying "Wait, I think I heard your house door open," and then I heard his out of breath voice say "Don't worry baby, it's probably just my brother," and the next thing I knew I was swinging the door open, rage boiling from my head to my toes. I saw him, shirtless, hands gripping at this girls jeans, about to rip them off. I felt the tears build in my eyes until they could not be contained and began to flow. I was so mad, I just stood there, shaking with rage, seeing his shocked face stare at mine, and the girl frozen like a deer caught in headlights. "Megan," he began slowly, pushing the girl away from him and grabbing his shirt, "It's not what you think." I just shook my head and ran down the stairs, hearing him chase me and grab my arm.

"Megan, please," he began before I ripped my arm away and whirled on him "HOW COULD YOU!?!?!" I screamed, tears still streaming down my face. I thought I had meant more to him than that. He stepped toward me but before he could do anything I ran out the door, slamming it behind me, not waiting for his reply. I couldn't stay because I knew that if I did that I would fall for him all over again, and I just couldn't do that. I didn't want that to happen, and I didn't want to forgive him.