Just Another Story

Part 1

Lyrica's pov

I was walking down my school hallway, when I got shoved into a locker. I look up and it was Sammy and Skate. They laugh and start kicking me, while shouting hurtful things. "You're worthless!" "No one loves you!" "Why are you even here?!" "Go kill yourself already!" "Freak!"

I covered my head, but forgot that I was protecting my ribs. Skate had kicked one, and it broke. It didn't puncture anything, it just hurt.. a lot.I struggled to breathe, since it broke. I heard them laugh, but then I heard 3 boys shout and push them back. One of them gently picks me up, whispers "You will be ok. I got you" in my ear. I slightly smile, hold my broken rib and arm, and let the strange boy carry me with his friends quickly following behind, as I surrender to the pains unconscious hold.

2 hours later, I wake up, in a hospital bed, with a cast around my arm and a bandage wrapped around my ribs and wrist. "They found my cuts" I think to myself. I look up to see 3 boys, all asleep on a couch and a chair. One of them wakes up, and smiles at me. He gets up, walks over and bends down then whispers. "I'm Cameron. Me and the boys got you away from Sammy and Skate. Nash over there" He points at a boy with long brown hair, that is somewhat hanging over his closed eyes. " Called the cops and got them arrested. And then there's Hayes, who is Nash's little brother." Hayes had a little bit shorter and darker brown hair. I look back at Cameron and I notice that he has brown hair as well, but brown eyes. I smile at him. "I'm Lyrica. Thank you for saving me."

He chuckles and kisses my hand. "Its nice to properly meet you, Lyrica." I see Nash and Hayes wake up, and Nash smiles at me. I smile back and notice Hayes staring at me. I slightly blush and look back at Nash. "Thank you for helping. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't arrive at that time."

Nash waves it off with a heartfelt toothy grin. "It was no trouble. Well except trying to push Skate away. It's funny how he scares Hayes." He laughs and Hayes' eyes go wide and he glares at his older brother. "He does not! He just frightens me, with the tattoos and all." 

I remember something and lean forward. " I actually have a tattoo on my back. Wanna see?" They look at each other, smile, nod and walk over. The boys gape in awe when they see the full tribal/irish design, swirling along my shoulders, down my spine and wrap around my waist. "You got that? How long ago?" Hayes had asked questioningly. I shrug. "I remember having it as a little kid, but my parents say I was born with it.. It is pretty cool, I guess."

"You guess?? That tattoo.. Or should I say birthmark, is awesome! I think I want to get a matching one now!" Exclaims Cameron. I laugh and lean back, then feel a sharp pain where my broken rib is. I breathe in a sharp breath and hold my hand over the rib. Hayes holds my shoulder and gently leans me the rest of the way back. I slightly smile at him and rest my head on the pillow. "You still need to rest." Admits Nash while glancing between me and his brother. I had felt sparks where Hayes had rested his hand. I look down, take deep breaths and eventually fall asleep.

2 weeks later, I was sitting in my hospital bed, making vines with the boys. Now there were 2 more. Their names were Matthew (Matt) and Aaron. I laugh at Aaron who was doing the whip with Hayes. I've gotten closer to them, but I'm surprised they are still watching over me. I have also become somewhat famous for my tattoo/birthmark.

Hayes films me and I cover my face. The tattoo/birthmark had grown to the tops of my hands. I have noticed that it grows every 3 years. And 3 years ago today, I had fully recovered from my brain tumor surgery. So I guess it grows whenever I survive or heal from something that could kill me.

The doctor walks in and smiles at me. "Hello Ms.Jett..How are you feeling today?" She asks while checking my pulse, vitals, ribs and arm. "Great! I feel alot better when I first woke up here." .I say while smiling at the boys. "That's great! You seemed to have healed faster than a broken arm and rib would have taken. So it seems you will be able to go home today." She says while smiling at me. I suddenly frown and look at my lap. Matt walks over and holds my hand. When I look at him, I had seen Hayes out of the corner of my eye, glaring at Matt. " I do want to leave.. But I don't want to leave you guys and I can't go home." I admit while starting to tear up. 

 "What do you mean, Ms.Lyrica? Is there something you are afraid of at home??" Dr.Danelia asks me, as she bends down to look me in the eye. I nod and close my eyes. "Can you please explain for me?" I look at her then at the boys. "My mom.. She abuses me. Sometimes she burns me with her cigarettes, she hits my head against a wall or the kitchen or bathroom counter.. Or even kick me in the head. That's why I was here, in this exact room, 3 years ago. I had formed a brain tumor, from her kicking me. After my brain started to heal, the tumor grew in the place of where it was trying to heal.. I'm here every 3 years, from something I could die from." I quickly say, trying to get it over with.

The boys all look at me with sadness and anger. Hayes walks over, sits next to my thigh , leans over and hugs me. I shed 2 tears and look at him. "I can't go home. She will abuse me even more. If I could, I would stay here, but I have to leave and I have nowhere else to go". "You can live with me and the boys!! Right Nash?!" Hayes exclaimed while looking at his brother. "Of course! It would be awesome, for you to live with us!! Will you??" Nash says with excitement clearly in his voice and eyes.

I smile and nod. "But someone needs to drive to my house to pack my stuff.. Wait. If I move in with you, she will use court order to send me back to her.." .. Cameron smiles at me. "Well I guess I'm going to have to adopt you then.." He chuckles and smiles at me. I look at him, and try to get out of the bed to hug him. Hayes holds my shoulder, I smile at him and then run and hug Cameron. "I would love that!" I say as I wrap my arms around his chest. He hugs me back, and I go into the bathroom to change into a pair of clothes that the boys bought me 2 days ago.. In 3 days will actually be my 15th birthday.

So I finish getting changed and we head to court, to get permission to give Cameron my custody. After we do, the court calls my mom and we drive over. She was sitting on the couch, smoking and drinking again. She looked beyond pissed and she walks over when we step inside. Cameron and Matt step in front of me, as protection. I slightly smile but frown at her.

My Mom starts yelling.. "You are my daughter! You can't just leave!!" . Cameron gets pissed, and yells back as Matt pulls me to my room to pack. "You abused her! Caused her harm! Sent her to the hospital! She is going to be my daughter!" I heard Cam yell as Matt helped me pack. After about 30 minutes, Cam was outside, with my mom being taken away by the cops. I smile and hug him. "Thank you Cam.. She can't hurt me anymore"

"No problem.. Now lets just go to the adoption center, so I can sign the papers." We all smile and go to the center after dropping my stuff off at the house.. Of course Cam lives right next to Nash and Hayes. They planned out for me and Hayes to have a balcony/porch that connects to both of our windows, that are across from each other. We walk in and a older lady greets us. Once we were all set and were about to sign the papers.. I noticed a girl that looked like me so much that we could be sisters. She was getting teased and pushed, so I tap Cam's shoulder and point. He talks to the lady and she nods. 

 I walk over to the girl and smile. She smiles back as the other girls run away. She looks at me, and slightly gasps. "Oh my god.. sorry. It's just you look like my sister. Well.. As close as you can get to 5 years ago.." She says while looking down. I give her a confused look. "Do you have a Picture I can see?" She then nods and walks me to her room. I notice her hand me a box and it was full of pictures of me.. I gasp and my eyes go wide. I look at her and she had the same reaction.

"What's your name?" I asked her as I went through the box. The pictures were only good ones. Not ones of me bruised and bloody from my beatings. She walks back over. "My names Mira.. Are you really my big sister?? And I'm almost 14." She smiles at me. I nod and hug her. "Yeah.. I'm you're sister.. My name is Lyrica and I'm about to turn 15."

We tear up and we go downstairs while holding hands, with her bags.. Cameron smiles at us, and waves his hand to tell us to hurry up. "Come on girls.. Let's get back to the house."