Prologue
"Get out."
"Kayla," Jackson started, "Do you really,"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT JACKSON! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU'RE FACE AGAIN!" I cried.
"Fine then is that's how you want it to be." He slammed the door. He wasn't supposed to leave, he was supposed to fight for me, not just leave. "Jack." I cried to myself while tears formed in my eyes. He was gone, he wasn't coming back.
I had made my way up to my room and fell face first into my pillow crying my heart out. I was glad my parents had decided to go out of town this weekend; I just needed to be alone. Around midnight my window opened and I jumped trying to grab a weapon to defend myself. "Peanut butter." I heard. I ran toward the voice. It was the person who I could always trust, the person who could make the bad dreams go away, who was always there for me. My best friend was here.
A/N
Hey! This my first story so I'm not that good so comment! And should I continue this or what?
Zanna
