Red is a 17 year old girl finishing her junior year in high school when she begins a relationship with someone who turns out to be her idol. In this book you will see life through the struggling eyes of a broken teenage girl, who must cope with depr...
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Mr. Doctor Man, questions his hands, lost his mind, he's clinically fine, but he found a way to cope, needle in his throat, falling down but his world is spinning round and round he knows, up down, his world is spinning round and round, I see this place ain't big enough for me, I want you to take me away, wa-
My earbuds are ripped from my ears.
"We're at school dumbass, now get out before people realize we're related." Dylan says pulling over near the gym.
"Same place?" I ask.
"No I have a date with Stace so you're walking home."
Great. Just what I need, to walk home in my ripped skinny jeans and band tee so that all the trophy wives and tiger moms can stare at me like I'm an abomination. I could call my dad and ask for him to pick me up, but I know I'd be better off walking. I'm better off with blistered feet than broken ribs. I put my earbuds back in and head in the side entrance of the school, to avoid the football players that hang around in the lobby.
... how you look when you are wet is something I can not not forget, I just wanna kiss your lips, the ones between your hips, if I cash in all my chips on you than baby I'd be rich, sexy, please text me, I'm ready for you, waiting, I'm begging, so please get here soon, why do good girls like bad guys...
Ronnie's voice fills my ears and I slightly sway along to the music.
"Hey bitch!" I hear.
I keep walking, but before I know it my face collides with the cold metal of a locker.
"Respond to me when I fucking talk to you, freak."
I look up to see one of my least favorite people at the school. Collin Val. I slightly nod and turn to get out of his way before I'm thrown and I feel my head hit the floor. Not this again. At the beginning of my high school career I tried to fit in wearing leggings and preppy shirts. That was when I actually had "friends". I'm not unattractive, I'm tall and skinny, pretty much built like a model, so a lot of the girls wanted to be friends with me back then. I used to try to hang out with the cheerleaders and the jocks but after a house party went too far and I ended up having drunk sex with one of the football players everything went downhill. The football player happened to be Collin. He didn't know it had been my first time and was dating an older girl from some other school. He wanted to keep me along as a side piece but when I found out he had a girlfriend I broke it off and stopped hanging out with that crowd. I slowly got away from acting and dressing like a prep and pretty soon Collin, realizing I wasn't some preppy rich kid, became embarrassed that he had ever hooked up with me. More and more people found out about what had happened between us and the news ended up reaching his girlfriend, who then dumped him. He blamed me for this. He started being aggressive towards me at school but I didn't think much of it. I thought he was a good guy and he was only doing it so that people would think that we were no longer friends, which we weren't. After about a year of getting the cold shoulder from him, things seemed to get better, but then the rumors started back up and he lost control. I was walking home one day and he and a couple cheerleaders attacked me. By the time I got home I had a black eye, two chipped teeth, a broken wrist and a sprained ankle. He continued to hit me and periodically beat me up whenever something went wrong for him. I guess I was his scapegoat.
"Get up," says a high pitched voice that I recognized as belonging to the cheer captain, Kelsey, "if you're going to be a little wuss and lay on the ground we might as well put you in a hospital bed, it'd be more comfortable."
As I tried to stand up she kicked my side with her high heeled shoe, that was going to bruise. Before I could say anything the bell rung and people started rushing toward their classes. I was able to get lost in the crowd and get to my biology class. I took a seat at the back corner of the room and listened to music until the lesson was over.
The rest of the day went relatively smoothly and half way through my last period geography class I asked to go to the bathroom and walked home to get a head start and avoid Collin and his friends. I stepping into our driveway and climbed the viney siding up to my window so that I could avoid seeing my dad downstairs. I slipped through the unlocked opening easily and plopped down on my bed. I checked my Snapchat, as usual my brother was ditching school with his girlfriend to get drunk, smoke pot and shoot heroine. I don't blame him. A week with my dad is enough to turn anyone crazy. My mom left us when I was 11 because of the way my dad treated her. He was constantly abusing her and after he caused her to have a miscarriage she'd had enough, packed her bags and left. We haven't seen her since. Now it's just me, my 18 year old brother and my asshole, alcoholic father.
"RED!"
He must have heard me come in, it was going to be a long painful night.
