Twisted

Chapter 2

"He" was my love. Lance Alan Cruz, born May 3rd, 1998. Died December 21st, 2014. Right before Christmas? Yeah, I know, that sucked. We were lovers, but we were friends. We kissed, hugged, cuddled, and did everything that couples do. He gave me a promise ring, I wear it everyday so I don't forget him. December is a month with cold weather, snow, and... icy roads. He had his license and we were hanging out at my house, he wanted to get me something and bring it to me that day. I told him not to, it was a level 3 snow storm, nobody was supposed to be out on the roads. I told him not to, I begged him not to go and that he could wait until morning but he wouldn't listen to me. The store wasn't that far from my other house, it took half an hour and I called him... voicemail. He always answered my calls no matter what, I had gotten worried. Hours later my family and his family all ended up in the hospital.

Flashback

His heartbeat was extremely low. He was scratched and bruised everywhere. He was so very weak. "Lance, baby, please don't leave me. I'm in love with you. Oh my god please don't-" he cut me off, "Sh... I can't breathe properly, and I want you to know that I've always been in love with you, please be happy." he said it so calm, I don't want him to go, I shook my head quickly, tears falling down my face quickly. "Lance, please don't go, breathe!" I was holding onto his hand tight, but not so much to hurt him. I kissed him, he wanted me to. He kissed back, and we kissed for what seemed like forever... but then he stopped, he stopped kissing me, and his lips got cold. I pulled away slow, "Lance?" I looked at him, his face was pale and his heart monitor had a straight line... gone. Lance Cruz, my best friend, my love... he is gone. "Lance... no no no. Wake up!" I screamed.

End of Flashback

I always thought it was a dream, I refuse to think it happened. I miss Lance, I don't want any guy but Lance.

I love our song. We've been friends for eight years, I met him when I was eight and he was nine. We came up with our song when we were 14, when we started to fall in love. I heard him singing it one day and I loved it, he showed it to me and I learned the lyrics. We made it our song. I love the chorus, "I'll be love's suicide, I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life." I turned it up loud when it got to the chorus. I tried not to cry but I couldn't help it. "Dinner!" my mom yelled from downstairs, I quickly dried my tears and went downstairs in my pajamas. Dad is home, he finally got off work, I gave him a big hug. "Hey sweetheart, how was your first day?" he had the biggest smile on his face, "I heard mom forgot to pick you up." he started to laugh. I love how he's always happy, he could make anybody's day if they're down. "School was fine, I made a friend, his name is Derrick." I smiled at him, "Do you like him?" I knew that was coming. "Dad... I just met him." he nodded, understanding me. We all sat down at the table, said our prayers and began to eat the delicious food mom made. It was my favorite meal, we had steak, chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn. I always mix my corn and mashed potatoes together, it's really good. Lance used to stuff his face with this meal, he would never leave any left, I guess that'll be my job huh? I haven't eaten in two days, I regret that decision. This is delicious. "Thanks for the dinner mom." I smiled and I was stuffed. "You're welcome dear." I gave my parents a hug and kiss, told them I loved them and went up to my room. I wonder sometimes if my biological parents think of me... I think of them all the time. I should get to sleep, time flies by fast, it's already 9:30 p.m. I cuddled into my blanket, falling asleep.

School ended, I hopped into his pickup truck, he drove me somewhere different. This was not my house. Where am I?

"Please leave me alone." I whispered between my tears, Derrick had me pinned against a wall at what I assumed was his house, in his basement. He is going to hurt me, he is hurting me. His hot breath was now against my neck, kissing up the side of it. This was the second day of talking to him, and getting a ride from him. What have I gotten myself into? I knew I should have never trusted him, never trust guys with good looks and that are nice to you on day one, and only day one. He slapped me across me face, it trailed me out of my thoughts. "Would you listen to me!?" he screamed loud in my face, my shirt was gone, and so were my sweatpants, I was shaking and I was left in my undergarments. "W-What?" I stuttered my words, I was terrified but I can't show it, it'll make me an easier target. "I know you want this, we both do, give me some pleasure." he's so disgusting, I told him no with a blank face, he picked up a knife. He's going to kill me... oh my god he's going to kill me! "No. No Derrick please don't do this!" I was shaking even more and crying. He held it up to my neck and it cut me, I whimpered. "You thought I was so sweet, didn't you?" he laughed and continued, "Truth is... you're sexy and I want you." He smirked. I shook my head fearfully. All I could think of was my mom, dad, and Lance.

"Renae!" Derrick called out my name, I jumped, I was breathing heavy I couldn't catch my breath, oh my gosh I can't breath right now. Derrick was shaking me awake from the terrible nightmare because I had fallen asleep in study hall, everybody was staring at me, this is embarrassing. I ran out of the study hall room, Derrick called out for me and I could hear him following me. "Renae what happened? Are you alright? You were screaming pretty loud." He seemed concerned. "I'm fine." of course I'm not going to tell him what my dream was about, he probably would have thought I was a creepy, psycho girl... because I am. He noticed I didn't wanna talk about it, he's smart, "Okay... Would you like to sit with me a lunch?" he looked down at me because I was shorter than him. I'm not short he's just extremely tall, my height ended at his chest. "Yeah, sure." I didn't like talking a lot. Nowadays you get judged for every little thing, even if it includes speaking your mind and giving your own opinions. He smiled and as soon as he did, the bell rang. That's how I feel when he smiles, the bell says it all.

I was in the lunch line by myself while Derrick stood with his friends laughing. I could hear them, they were loud. I got my food, and looked around the lunch room. Oh! I'm sitting with Derrick, I forgot in such little time. I turned around and I almost ran into him, that would of been terrible. "Sorry, did I scare you?" He questioned me, lightly chuckling. I smiled and shook my head no. He told me to follow him to the table I assume he always sits at, and I did. He sat down and looked at me to sit next to him, so I obviously did. We were having pizza today, the food looked so good. I don't want to stuff my face in front of him, he'll think I'm a pig. I looked at him and he was already looking at me, "What?" I asked embarrassed. "Nothing." He said with the biggest smile. Why does he do that? Why does he smile like that? It makes me want to smile, at that thought... I smiled. This smile wasn't fake as all my other ones, this one was real, it felt good to smile for real. All of his friends sat down, there were a lot of them and they all seemed popular. "Is this the girl you've been talking about nonstop, Derrick?" one of his friends teased him and elbowed his arm. I could have sworn I turned beat red, I could feel my cheeks as they went hot. I bit my lip... hard. "Shut up." Derrick said as he shoved pizza into his mouth, I looked at him and he was already red. This was starting to get awkward. "How well do you know him?" one of his friends asked me. "Uh..." that's all I could get out. "Guys, chill, we've only known each other for two days." he laughed and continued, "Anyways, Renae, these are my friends. That's Adam, we've been friends since preschool, you might as well just call us brothers." I smiled at them and he introduced me to all of his friends. Later on, the bell rang and we all returned to our appropriate classes.

Author's Note: So, in this story, there won't be many chapters, but the chapters are long so that's the reason why. And again... I understand that there might be a lot of spelling errors, but you have to cut me some slack... I wrote this in 9th grade!! :P