The next day the phone woke me up. I ran to it and picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Bre." Dylan responded. "Wanna go grab lunch?"
I looked at the clock, it was 12:56pm Must've slept over.
"Sure, I'd love to." I accepted.
"Great, I'll be there in 5." , he informed.
"Okay, see you then." , I said hanging up.
I ran upstairs and changed, it was hot out but I had to hide my bruises so I just threw on some jeans, a t-shirt and some gym shoes. I heard Dylan honk his car horn so I ran downstairs and got into the car. He smiled at me and drove off. We didn't even talk, I just looked at myself in the mirror, I continued to cover up the bruises then we pulled into the parking lot of this pizza place 'Joes Pizza Place' . We got out the car and walked inside.
"You can go sit, I'll order." , he said.
I nodded and sat at a table. He soon sat down and we had small talk until the pizza arrived.
"Is everything okay, Dylan?" , i asked.
"Yeah, why you ask?" , he responded.
"You seem so.. Distant." I said.
"I'm sorry, everythings fine. Really." He promised. Finishing his pizza.
"Okay" , I said, not fully believing him.
When we were finished, we got back in the car. I thought he was taking me home but, this wasn't the way.
"Where are we going?" , I asked
"I'm taking you somewhere." , he said. "Just sit back and ride."
I sat back, unsure of what would happen next.
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Breonna. I'm 16 years old. I live in a home with my father, who abuses me. My mother died when I was six, that's when my dad started to drink.. I have no friends, I'm barely noticed. I was raped.. I've never told anyone. I cut myself...
