Savior (GxG)

1 (Peyton)

     When I was younger, I used to be on this website. I can't remember what it is called. It would let you talk to people all around the world. It kept records of everyone that you talked with so that you could talk to them later. It was a good place, where you could be happy and make friends. I've been thinking about the website a lot lately. I wish that I knew what it was called.
     "Peyton!" My friend, Zac called from downstairs. "Wake up. Its the last day of school." I sighed and got out of the bed. I was never asleep. I lazily grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and an of mice and men t-shirt. I changed out of my pajamas. Then. I pulled on my old converse. Then I walked to my bathroom. I quickly did my eyeliner and fixed my long purple hair. I then ran back into my room to grab my book bag and flannel. I hurriedly put both of them on. Zac only woke me up 15 minutes before he had to leave, like always, so I had to hurry. I ran downstairs to the kitchen.
     I grabbed a piece of frozen pizza from the fridge and started eating it. "That's very healthy," Zac said sarcastically. "It's healthier than the pie you ate," I replied. "How'd you know?" He asked. I pointed to the now empty pie tray on the counter. "When you finish that, we have to go," he told me, changing the subject. "I know," I said. "Smile," he told me. "It's your last day. Next year, you graduate, but right now you have two months off of school." I smiled slightly and took a final bite of the pizza.
     "Are you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded and followed him out to the car. "So your mom is getting out of prison in a couple months," he started. "I don't want to talk about it," I said quickly. He sighed. "Ok." Three years ago, my mom was arrested for beating me and Skylar, who was my current girlfriend at the time. She tried to make my mom stop, but it didn't work, and mom broke her arm. We broke up about a month after that. I ended up living with my friend, Zac because I never met my dad. Zac was 18 at the time so it was legal and he became my guardian. The car stopped abruptly. "I saw that car," Zac said. "Definitely saw it." "Do you want me to drive?" I asked. "I got it," he replied.
     I rolled my eyes. "Sure." Then I put in my headphones and played icon for hire. Two songs in, we made it to the school. "It's your last day of hell," Zac told me. "Well for two months at least." I got out of the car with a sigh. "Bye," I said. He waved back at me with a slight smile before driving away.
I kept my head down and quickly walked into the school. I didn't want to be seen. I never did. "Peyton," I heard a girl's voice behind me call. It was Kennedy Taylor. I only walked faster. I did not have time for this. She grabbed my arm. Her sharp nails dug into my wrist. "Fucking stop when I call for you." Two other girls appeared behind her: Alexandra Zapata and Skylar Andrews. Kennedy pushed me into a locker. The other two girls stood there as if they were waiting for her to do something. Kennedy kicked me in the stomach once before saying, "Skylar. Teach her a lesson. We have to get to geometry." The two of them walked away.
     "I'm sorry," Skylar told me. "I have to." "Just go ahead," I said weakly. "I give up." She hesitated for a second, but then her foot collided with my ribs. I screamed out in pain upon impact. She kicked me four more times. Then there was a crack. Tears were streaming down my cheeks now and my stomach hurt like hell. She rushed off, and I laid there for a second. It was a struggle to get up. My stomach felt like it was burning, and it was hard to breath. I ignored it though. Zac was studying to become a doctor. If there was something wrong with me, he could fix it. I took out my phone.

Peyton(//_^): Pick me up. I need to go home now.
Z4c: Kennedy and the other girls again?
Peyton(//_^): Yeah.
Z4c: I'm on my way.

     I made my way out of the school and sat on one of the benches outside. His red car came speeding through the parking lot and he slammed on brakes right in front of me. "I'm here!" He yelled. I smiled and slowly made my way into the car. "What hurts?" He asked. "My ribs," I replied as I climbed into the passenger seat. "I think I'll fine though." "I'll check at the house," he said. The car jerked forward and we sped off. "You don't have to keep speeding," I told him. "It's really not that bad." "But speeding is fun," he said. It didn't take us long to get to the house.
"Do they feel broken?" Zac asked. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about my ribs, but when I did, I said, "It depends. What do broken ribs feel like?" "I don't know," he replied. "I skipped that chapter in the book. Maybe we should go to the hospital or something." My eyes widened. "No. We cannot go to the hospital." I was afraid of hospitals. I always have been ever since I was little. I'm not sure why. I just did, which is probably stupid because I have been to hospitals more times than I can count for various reasons. "They might be broken though," he replied. "I would use an X-Ray, but this is not a hospital, so there isn't one. Please just let me take you. I won't leave you the entire time, I promise." I sighed. "Fine, but don't make me stay long. I fucking hate it there."