Chapter One.

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"Arianna."

I walk faster,

hoping the voice won't catch up.

"Arianna."

The voice was stern.

If I didn't obey,

I know something bad would come.

I turn and glare at him.

"What Flinn!? What do you want!?"

"I want you to listen to me."

I turn back around,

"I have nothing to say."

"Ari."

"Don't call me that. Loose my number while you're at it.

I'm sick of you thinking you can just... You're sick."

"Don't Talk To Me Like That."

I turn to to him,

"You're so pathetic, I thought you loved me! You said you'd be there for me, you wouldn't hurt me. LIAR!"

"I'm sorry for the millionth time!"

"No Flinn."

Tears swell in my eyes.

No.

I walk down the deserted hallway, already thinking about skipping last period.

I'm to humiliated to show my face any where.

Even if nobody saw.

*FlashBack*

"You love me?"

*Shuts Locker*

"Of course, Flinn."

"Hey Arianna."

I look beside Flinn and see Louiee.

He's my friend, we go waayy back.

"Hey Louiee!"

I squeeze him in a hug.

*Bell Rings* (late bell)

When Louiee leaves, Flinn glares at me.

"What?"

"What the hell was that!?"

"That was me giving my friend a hug. Chill Flinn."

"Don't Talk To Me Like That."

"We're in public."

"Look around."

The halls are so empty,  you could hear a pen drop.

"Flinn it was nothing."

"He'll find out what "nothing"

is."

The thought of anything bad happening to Louiee suddenly frightens me.

"You're not gonna touch him."

"Wanna bet?"

"Flinn!"

He pushes me against the locker.

"WHAT? YOU WANT HIM? HUH!? KEEP HIM, HOE!"

He slings me back, making me fall to the tile ground.

Trying to hold back tears, I push myself off the floor.

*End Of FlashBack.*

If Louiee was here he'd ask me, "Why do I put up with him?"

Or tell me, "You deserve better."

I do deserve better.

I push the back double doors, and let the sweet winter air

cover my sweet pale skin.

No tanning in FreePort.

Well, you can, but not really.

I walk towards the beach, which is near school, and just sit on the sand.

Watching the never-ending waves crash.

Beautiful.

Peaceful.

Nothing like what I'm used to..

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