Bleeding hearts still pound

I was running as fast as my little legs could go.

I was out of breathe, and I know I wouldn't be able to make it much further.

Through the tears I glanced around for a house that looked safe.

The closest house to me was a huge brand new blue house.

I glanced behind me, he wasent there.

I ran up there drive way and pounded on the door with my small fist.

After a couple seconds the door creeks open.

A boy, about my age glanced out from behind the door.

"Y-yes?"

"I'm being chased by a big scary man, can I hide in your house?!"

I rushed out in one big breath.

"Umm I'm not allowed to let strangers in the house."

"Please!" I fell to my knees and broke down crying again.

The boy looked like he was at battle with his mind. "Well...I guess u can come in until my parents get home."

Before he was even done with his sentence I crawled into his house, trying to get to shelter as fast as i could.

I felt safe here, first time in months.

He escorted me to tue couch in the huge living room.

This place was marvelous. Huge bright rooms with high ceilings, and brand new everything. The complete opposite of my house.

My names Michael, what'd yours? Michael asked as he handed me a glass of orange juice.

"Ivy." I said without looking at him.

"How old are you?"

"You ask alotvof questions Michael." We both smiled.

"I'm 8."

"Really? I'm 9!" He said with exitment.

Me and Michael spent the rest of the day watching cartokns and drinking orange juice.

He never asked about the man chasing me and i never asked about his parents.

I think we were both pretty happy with that. We fell asleep on Michael's couch around six.

The front door slamming shut snapped me out of my sleep. "Michael wake up!"

I whisper yelled. His eyes fluttered open.

"What?"

"Someone's here!"

His eyes widened. "My parents, they cant know your here!"

We were both still whispering. Michael pulled me off the couch and tugged me to the back door.

"I'm sorry but you have to go home, come back whenever you need to." With that said he slammed the door in my face.

It all happend so fast that I just stood there in shock. After realizing I had to leave, I find my way back to the front of the house and start my scary journey home.

That man that was chasing me down the street threatening to kill me, yeah that's my lovely father. He's been abusing me since my mother died when I was four.

The cops have been called three times because of my loud crying. But my father covers it up by telling the police I fell.

When i got home that night my father beat me until I was unconscious. After that day the beatings continued, and I continued to go to Michael's.

I finally told him about my dad. And he told me how his parents are never home do to work.

And when they arr home they dont spend time with Michael. Michael was always lonely, and im going to fix that.

Me and Michael have been have been friends for seven years now. Not much has changed, I still get abused, Michaels parents are still always gone.

My eyes flutter open to see my ceiling. I turn to my side and turn off my alarm clock.

I let out a groan as my body rises from my bed. I grab a pierce the veil shirt and purple skinny jeans and throw them on.

I turn on my straightener and start straightening my hair. Then I apply thick black eye liner around my eyes and mascara.

I grab my iPod and headphones off my dresser, grab my backpack and head to the living room. I try not to wake my father who lay asleep on the couch and exit the house with my scuffed up vans on.

I plug my headphones into my ears and listen to six feet under the stars by all time low. My feet naturally leads me to Michael's house.

I walk up to his front door and let myself in, like I did every morning. "Michael!"

I yelled to him from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry up!"

I yelled getting impatient. "Yeah, yeah, yeah shut up."

Michael came walking around the corner and down the stairs. His black straigh hair was covering most of his eyes.

He was wearing a barman shirt...wait that's MY barman shirt! That little Shit.

Anyways and he had really tight black skinny jeans on with a black beanie and bracelets up his arm. He looked adorable, what am i saying? He always looks adorable.

"Hey nice shirt you got there." I said glaring at him.

"what?"

"That's my shirt!"

"No its not!"

"Yeah you stole it from me!"

"You mean you stole it from ME!"

"Oh yeah." I said through a giggle.

I do have to admit, I have small feelings for Michael. But I would never act on it, I couldn't loose our friendship.

He was my rock, my everything. We ate breakfast and headed off to school.

School wasent bad. I actually kinda liked it.

It was a place where I could escape my dad and spend time with Michael. It was a normal day at school and now it was time to go home.

Me and Michael were waking down the street to his house and it was tome to cross the street. Like always i didn't look both ways.

I thought it was stupid. "Hey Michael have u listened to pierce the veils new so-"

"Ivy watch out!" Michael shouts from behind me.

The bright head lines shine in my face as they get closer. Well this is it I'm about to die.

Goodbye Michael, I'm sorry. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for impact.

The impaxt finally came but it wasent as strong as I thought it would be. And I'm not dead, am I?

My eyes flutter open expecting the worst. But instead of me dead, Michael was lyimg on the road unconscious with blood spilling from his head.

Without even knowing it warm tears slid down my face. "Michael!"

I crawled over to him and started hysterically crying. The rest of it was a blur.

The driver called an ambulance and i hear sirens in the background. All I was worried about was Michael living.

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oooooo cliff hanger!!

thank you for reading my new story(:

I really like this one, I got lots of plans for this story

I already got the next chapter written up so be expecting that one really soon(:

again thank you for reading!

bye!

-Cortny