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III. I Will Fight To Fix It Up And Get Things Right

I sit on my bed to have time to myself while mom and dad are still at work. Mom will come home then probably get ready for her group of something, and dad will probably go to his brothers to help with the boat. Then they'll come home at about 11, go to bed, and I'll still be here in my room.

This doesn't happen everyday, they're devouted parents, but they also need their time for themselves.

I don't tell them about the abuse from Josh. I think I have that girl who saved me today, as a protector or something. She's the girl from my music class...I didn't expect her to beat the living shit out of Josh...her size.

I pull out my laptop to maybe play some League, but I stop from hovering over the icon, and instead I pull up the internet browser and go to FaceBook. I look for Ash on the chat windows and message him:

hey ash what was the name of that girl who beat the shit out of josh today?

willow, why?

curious.

I looked her up, and there she was. A picture of her from that year, a selfie before she took off to Richmond. She was cute I'll admit. She had on black skinny jeans, her Richmond shirt that was a size too big, and converse. I clicked the 'Add Friend' button and went to playing League, like I intended before.

***

11:30 p.m.

Mom and dad are in bed already, and here I lay in my room on the top floor, street light seeping throught the shades and geometric shapes rest upon my bare-ish walls.

FaceBook notification.

"Willow Peterson accepted your friend request."

I open the app and message her before I forgot the next day, or before it was well overdue.

Thank you

For?

Saving me. Pretty bold what you did...nobody's ever stood up to him before

Sad...I didn't like him.

I'm pretty sure the damage you did to his face said that enough lol

I try to make a lasting impression.

Lol.

So...why did you friend me?

You saved me from the one person who could've possibly sent me crying down the road, and possibly much worse...

Don't say that Michael

Why?

Cuz it didn't happen, you here, and that's all that matters.

What if it happens again? Idk what I'd do...

You text me, call me, whatever, and you tell me where he is, and I'll do the same shit over again.

She gave me her number.

Are you gonna be okay Mikey?

:3

What?

You called me mikey... :3

:$

Don't be embarrased...it was cute.

And it all started there.

Monday morning all happened really fast...one minute I woke up, the next I was on the risers in Mr. Fay's class room. I sat beside Ashton, who was on his Twitter and Instagram, but looked away for the first time that first twenty minutes when we looked to see who opened the door.