Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 18

Being in school feels even more miserable, now that I'm think about everything that has happened with Austin 3 weeks ago. He was taking over my thoughts. He was all I could ever think about. Then again, it's his fault my father thinks I'm a slut that goes to a club every night.

Sometimes he can really piss me off, but I know that he loves me. I can feel it in the way he kisses me or holds me. His warm, soft lips pressed against mine, and his muscular, protective arms wrapped around me firmly, not wanting to let me go. I just wish I could feel his touch again, but, the poor guy needs to understand that I'm not a skanky bitch he can fool around with whenever he wants.

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Austin's POV:

I've been watching Nikki for the past 3 weeks and she hasn't spoken to me once. She's really taking this situation hard on me. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do. I agree, I am pretty abusive with her, but that's just the way I am. I can sometimes be an ass with her. I just wish she's speak to me once.

I just want to hear her voice again. why is she doing this to me? it's not my fault her dad caught her at the club that night. As I was deep in my thoughts, I heard the bell ring, and u saw people coming out with their lunches. out of the entire crowd, the first one I spotted was Nikki, walking towards a bench with her lunch bag in her hand.

I slowly walked behind where she was, hiding quietly in the bushes. she looked so depressed, so down, so dead. she looked as if there was no life left in her. Suddenly, an idea came to me! I thought of something that would make Nikki start talking to me and loving me again. I ran out of the bushes, hopped on my motorcycle, and headed home quickly.

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Nikki's POV:

I heard the bushes rustling behind me, and I turned around to see what happened. Nothingness. I thought for a moment that Austin would be there. I felt as if he was watching me. Maybe he forgot about me. Maybe he moved on. Maybe he found someone else to be his skanky little bitch/slut.

I guess he was just too good to be true. I tucked my head in between my legs and began to cry. Why am I alive? All people do is disown me, and use me. G-d, what is my purpose? Now, I'm just back to where I began, to me wanting to kill myself. I think I'm going to. Tonight. I'm going to end my life tonight and be happy about it. This time, I'm serious.