Little styles

Chapter 6

Little rain drops rolled down the window that I was staring at. I don't want to leave. I hate Harry. I know I must sound whinney but I'm breaking down. I feel as if I had lost all control of my life.

I don't like that feeling. It feels numb. You want to feel something but you don't. I feel empty.

There's no way I can escape myself. My thought. They are gnawing away at my sanity. I'm slowly slipping. I knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time until something happened that would ruin me.

I'm scared to find out what that is.

"We are almost here. "Harry's voice broke through my thoughts.

I nodded not wanting to say anything to him.

I looked around and notice we were in an very wealthy area.

Great snobby bitches. Ugh

"We here "

I jumped out of the car and grabbed my skate board. As I walked up the drive way I noticed a boy around 18 or so run from his house with tear in his Wes and a couple of bruises on his face.

I really don't know what came over me but I dropped my stuff and ran toward the boy.

I guess I ran after him because I knew how he felt.

I ignored Harry yelling profanities at me.

I wonder what happened to him? Was he hurt? I hope not. I just looked around for him. I don't know why I wanted to know him. I guess he gives me hope. He's someone who is not "perfect". I think he will be like me.

I was running so fast I almost didn't notice him, sitting on the curb will his hands in his face.

I sat down next to him.

He looked up at me confused.

"Hi, I'm savanna. " I said sticking my hand out at him.

He hesitated to shake my hands

"I'm Conner." He said still confused.

"I just moved in next door to you. " I said as I took a good look at his face. He had tattoos all over his arms, light blue eyes, and dark black hair that was styles in to a quiff. He was very attractive even with a bruise or two on his face.

" I saw what happened. Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked as nicely as I could.

"How about this we go to lunch and I'll tell you then." he said with a friendly smile.

"Deal" I say as my phone hoes off signaling Harry is calling me.

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Conner asks

"No this person hurts me too much for me to answer them."

"You wanna talk about it." He asks

"How about we go to lunch then I'll tell you. " I said winking at him

He laughs and grabs my hand dragging me off to a restaurant.

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We walked into the cutest little restaurant. It wasn't to fancy but it wasn't to casual.

It was perfect

"So you gonna tell me what happened?" I question while eating some spaghetti.

" Well it's kinda a long story. It all started a long time ago. My dad got very aggressive with my mom. He beats her,rapes her, slaps her really anything you can think of, he does it. The weird thing is he never get drunk or anything. Most wife beaters are drunks or druggies but he doesn't he refuses drinks or even cigs. Any way I came home and I saw him beating my mom to a pulp. I tried to fight him off so she could get away. She ran out while apologizing. He got mad that she left and he did this. " Conner finishes while gesturing at the bruises on his face.