Taken

Four

Song for the chapter : drunk texting - Chris Brown. (basically the whole storyline for this book).

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The following week had passed by as usual. Get assaulted in the morning. Get assaulted in the afternoon. Go home defeated. Cry myself to sleep.

Beulah had been avoiding me. Not just avoiding me, ignoring me all completely. Today as usual was a dark, cloudy day with all positive pointers pointing to the high chance of rain.

I pulled my hoodie over my head, my face hidden from everyone as I sat alone yet again in the cafeteria, except this time it wasn't because Beulah was busy, it was because she'd finally left me alone.

My father had finally come home the night before. No surprise that he'd been holding a swinging bottle of alcohol in his hands as he did so and barging into my room.

"Where is that ungrateful wrench? "he'd muttered, and I'd hoped he wouldn't notice me cowering under the bed as his large boots stomped all over, imprinting dust footprints on my pink carpets.

I'd been the only one in the house seeing as my mother was staying in at the office to finish at work and Gertrude, the housekeeper had gone home after a days work to return the following day.

I'd made the mistake of moving slightly and he'd instantly noticed me, and yanked me by my hair out from the safety being the under of my mattress...

My thoughts were penetrated by a hard glare. But from who?

It was funny that even after one week, I was and probably would always be the newest gossip of the school.

'The nobody is actually a sl7t.' I could see the title on the head of the newspapers. I gently rubbed the black round circle that was around my left eye,it was turning into a really nasty bruise and the worst part was I hadn't even seen the punch coming.

I'd absolutely refused to look over at them. At how happy he was without me, and without wasting another second, I picked up my rucksack and energy drink before walking out of the cafeteria.

I wasn't stupid enough to walk back to the garden for fear of being approached by more people who loathed me, or risk seeing conner ever again.

Yes. I'd been running away from him. Why? He'd been chasing me.

It was like the big bad wolf trying to persuade you to step into his cooking pot. And admist my heartbroken form, heavens knew I wouldn't enter.

Ever since last week Monday, Conner had been trying to talk to me for reasons I didn't know. Reasons I'd rather not have known at all.

I sighed and approached the bleachers, seating on the pavement and taking a sip out of my drink. I let my gaze roam across the empty field and watched as the clouds turned a dark gray colour. The same shade of my inside.

Raising my knees to my chin, my arms folded across them, I leaned to the staircase rim at the side of the bleachers and closed my eyes. Maybe then all the pain would go away. Maybe then all the darkness would go away.

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I jolted to a wake as I felt someone sit next to me, my heartbeat accelerating at an excess speed.

Was it another bully? Or another hypocritical teenager?

For some reason, I calmed down when I noticed it was just conner who'd sat down next to me, a sandwich wrapped in tin foil in his hand which he handed over to me .

I stared at his hand for a long period of time, remembering I hadn't eaten all day before I accepted it.

The tin foil laid in my laps while I tried to decipher what he was doing here, instead of being with his friends.

"I'm sorry " the apology hung in the air like a sacred sentence that was hardly ever muttered from his lips.

I nodded. Honestly, I was shocked. Could that mean he didn't hate me as much as I thought he did?

The silent tension remained as we both stared at the field, the sky had turned even darker, no glimmer of sunlight to be found.

"Tell me a story" he looked at me, his green eyes seemed even darker in the dark but all I could contour was Jeff's blue eyes piercing into mine whenever he would trace circles into my palm.

Since it seemed he wouldn't leave, I decided maybe I would tell him a story.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl. "

He remained silent, watching me while I watched the ground below me.

It was drizzling now, sharp strokes of rain falling to the ground in a 'splat'. It was quite fascinating.

" And she fell in love with a boy. "

He still didn't reply but after a few minutes of silence he decided to speak.

" And? " his voice had hints of pure curiosity and interest .

I looked up at him, it was full on raining now and the rain had caused his hair to be wet, his curls falling slightly lower.

" And he broke her beyond repair. He destroyed her. "

With that, I picked up my bag, hauling it over my back while the sandwich remained next to him on the bleacher.. And I walked away, my body remaining untouched by the rain while he was soaking by it.

I felt a slight sense of relief that he didn't try to follow me.

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Ending thoughts? You cannot imagine how glad I am that I've reached this chapter. Remember to vote and comment.

~Chelle.