Red Rum

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(Dont you dare forget the sun-get scared🖤)

hєч guчѕ thєrє αrє thíngѕ ín thíѕ chαptєr thαt míght 'tríggєr' чσu íf чσu'vє вєєn thrσugh αnч αвuѕє ím ѕσrrч. αlѕσ thєrє αrє thíngѕ αвσut cuttíng. ѕσ ѕσrrч.

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KATE'S POV:

"We're going to have sex or ill fail you."my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe what the hell i had just heard.

"Like hell we are you sick bastard."
I told him grabbing my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and trying to walk out key word trying. He grabbed my arm and shoved me down. I put my arms out to break my fall and it helped a little but my forehead hit the ground and i felt the crimson liquid that flows from my arms from time to time flow down my forhead. I turned back at him and he looked shocked but his face quickly twisted back into a face filled with anger and rage. He lunged at me but i got up in time. I tried to run to the door but he grabbed my ankle pulling me down with him. I yelled out to cody hoping he could help me hoping he was close enough to save me from this sick pervert. He was close. He bust through the door and i yelled for him to help. He immediately ran over to Mr. Mires and kicked him in the ribs until he let go. As soon as he let go cody came to my side and helped me we scrambled out of the class room. I stopped at my locker grabbing my phone and skateboard. I looked behind me to see Mr. Mires chasing us. I screamed at cody to start running. We both started running in the direction of cody's house. We ran and we didnt stop. When we got to his house we bust through his front doors ran up the stairs and into his room. He slammed his door shut, locked it, then we barricaded ourselves in with his dresser. We heard heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. I started having a panic attack. I couldn't breath i could barely see. Cody pushed me under his bed and held up a finger to his lips signaling me to be quite.

The person walking got to the door and started banging on it. They never said anything. Why? Im so scared. Right before my panic attack got worse the voice called out.

"Cody what the hell is going on!?" It was his father. I had to push myself from under the bed because i was wheezing in dust. Cody's father must've heard it because he pushed it open. His father was very strong he worked in construction so he worked out even though he was 50. He instantly ran to my side and helped me with my breathing. He and I were very close. I spent most of my time by cody's house. His father was helping me control my addiction. When my breathing was back to normal he asked.

"What the hell is going on!?" We told him everything...