Romance in Handcuffs

The Flashback

Warning: This is a very short chapter and when I say short I mean short. It's more of a filler to be more precise.

*Eighth Grade*

"Come on Fawn we just want to have some fun," Leslie sneered.

"We just want to mess around a bit," Dreyah taunted.

"Let me go!" I yelled. They had two guys from the class holding my arms so I couldn't fight back.

"No way, you crazy freak. The world would be so much better without you. Why don't you do us a favor?"

"I will not kill myself, I'm not suicidal!"

"You look like a poor person I know. She's a maid at my house, maybe you could be my personal servant. I'm sure I can find jobs for you if your parents aren't getting enough money, it looks like they aren't. It's just so sad that you can't even afford decent clothes, if you want I could give you some of my hand-me-downs."

"I hate you all, you think you're so superior but you're not! You don't work for your own money, your parents do! You don't pay bills, your parents do! You are so despicable!" I shouted surprising myself. Dreyah threw her arm back and then punched me. I will not cry. I will not give her the satisfaction of seeing me being weak. Leslie slapped me. I've had enough. I elbowed the boys and then grabbed my pocket knife from my boot. I pushed Dreyah against the wall, I guess her head hit the wall harder than I expected it to. She moaned in pain and for a second I forgot about the rest of the tormentors until one of them kicked me causing me to fall on the ground.

"You psycho!" Leslie shouted. She kept me pinned to the ground so I stabbed my pocket knife into her arm. That was all I remembered before I blacked out.

I woke up in the ambulance. Apparently after I blacked out one of the guys called the hospital. I started freaking out and all I wanted was to see my family. When we got to the hospital they had me get an X-ray. I had a fracture in my arm and a slight, but not dangerous, concussion. My mom came in crying wanting to know why I didn't tell her, I just stared off into the distance not saying a word.

They sent me to therapy every week. They tried to make me happy, to make me smile. They put me on medications. None of it would work. I had nightmares almost every night. I wouldn't speak to anybody, but one day I saw Marley and she got me speaking again. I told the therapist my stories about what happened but I stayed off of the rest of the bullying topic.

It happened again. I haven't had that dream in a long time. I brought my hands up to my face and wiped the tears off.

"Are you okay Fawn?" Mark asked in a sleepy voice.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. I forgot about being handcuffed again."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." No I'm not. I haven't had that dream in forever.

"You don't have to lie to me. Remember that you can trust me with anything." In a way I don't completely trust him right now. He's all I have at the moment though.

"I'm not okay. Mark, I'm not okay," I sobbed out.

"Thanks."

"For what? You're the one comforting me, I should be thanking you."

"Thanks for relying on me and not keeping it all to yourself." He pulled me to him and hugged me. I smiled even though my face was wet with tears and I probably had snot running down my face. In fact I am certain that I looked gross. The best thing about it is that he didn't care.