My Name is Becca. Short for Rebecca Anderson. This is my story.
It was the end of my senior year. In school, I was practically into everything. I was the cheer captain, in every honors class, debate club, swim team, musical, and volley ball. Basically anything you thought of that could be a thing in school, I was in it. My boyfriend, Alex, was the quarter back of the football team, and the head of lacrosse. My best friend Taylor was the pitcher on the softball team, and in every honors class with me. My life was practically perfect at school. It all went down hill from there.
June 27, 2015
the last week of happiness before my dad would send me to this camp for "broken children." After my parents got divorced, my dad thought that I would go through a stage of depression. I thought that I would too, but with all that was going on in my life, I didn't have time to think about my fucked up family issues.
I was on my way to Alex's house because he was throwing a goodbye party (even though the camp is only two weeks). This is what made me love Alex. He cared about me in every way possible. We met at freshman year when we were picked to be partners in science class. From the moment I looked into his eyes, and I knew there was just something special about him.
I was driving to Alex's house early, listening to my favorite song "Cool For The Summer" on replay. There was a little traffic, so I decided to call Alex. He didn't answer. I called about five more times but still no answer. It didn't really worry me, because he never answers his phone. I just waited until I got to his house.
When I finally stopped at Alex's house, I saw that the door was already open. I walked in and everything was quiet. "Alex? It's me Becca. Are you home?" After a few minutes I heard a scream coming from upstairs. I grabbed the sharpest thing I could find near me, and started walking up the stairs. "Alex" I yelled. The screams were getting louder each step.
I started taking out my phone to call the cops. The screams were coming from a room. I dialed 911 very slowly, walked up to the door, and knocked the door down. Before I saw anything, I pressed call. I looked up and froze. "911 whats your emergency mam" the lady said. "mam? are you okay mam? hello?" the phone call ended. I dropped everything down, and began walking out.
"Becca! No Wait" Alex yelled. "Becca! It's not what it looks like!" "Oh really!" I turned. "Cause it seems to my like your screwing my best friend, so ya it's exactly what it looks like you son of a bitch!" Tears were pouring down my face. "Alex no please. We were drunk and--" I stopped him. "No. Alex, go fuck yourself." I slapped him and ran. I was still in shock of everything that just happened, but you can't redo what you've already done.
