Is This Love?

Meetings 1

Casey's POV

Hello my name is Casey Miller, I am 16 yrs. old and a sophomore in high school. I'm you're typical nerd girl in most aspects, no friends, short curly blonde hair, and the most annoying freckles. I'm involved in almost any  and every club that would allow me in. I usually act like a sweet and pinky little girl but that's not really who I am. I have a dark side that I have never let anyone know about, if I did I don't even want to know what people would think of me. no one will ever know of my crush either, Jeffery Jackson. he had slick brown hair that always sat in a sort of spiked up way. He was slightly taller than me but not so much that it made me feel short. I caught myself accidentally staring as he walked by, he looked my way and I immediately bowed my head hoping he wouldn't notice me looking his way. He's so gorgeous! Jeff is actually the only reason I'm in the theater club, I never really liked outing myself out there that much. I wish that there was a way I could make him notice me.

Jeff's POV

I always see her walking through the halls with her head down. I can tell by the way she carries herself she doesn't view herself as important. She is so beautiful. I felt my heart jump when I saw her look at me. She was wearing the most adorable outfit. She had on a dark blue jacket with bat wings on the back and ears on the hood. She had a black pair ripped skinny jeans on that showed off her curves quite nicely, as well as a black pair of converse. The heavenly scent of orchids and blackberry fill the air as I walk by, making my senses go wild. I had to have her, but I just don't know how to tell her what she means to me.

~time skip~

At the end of the day I say good bye to all my friends and hop in my car like usual, to follow Casey home. It was my way of always keeping her safe, I would reason, but truth be told I just always felt an overwhelming need to be near her, all the time. As she finally reached her house I sat there thinking, Is this the right time? I feel like I should finally tell her but I don't know how. I let out a frustrated sigh, and watched as she entered her home.

Casey's POV:

I jumped at the harsh words of my father as I closed the front door. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"School." I said, knowing what was coming next.

"STOP LYING YOU LITTLE WHORE! WHERE WERE YOU?" I didn't respond. I just braced. he walked up to me and slapped me across the face, knocking me onto the ground. He began to kick me relentlessly screaming about how little hoes like me don't deserve to live. Sometimes I wished he'd stop complaining and just kill me. This went on nearly every day ever since I could remember. My mother had passed away shortly after giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for it. It's quite remarkable what you can learn about the human body when you're the one whos stuck figuring out how to do stitches, mend bones and do other forms of minor surgery on yourself. When he was finally done, he left to get another whiskey bottle out of the kitchen, and passed out on the couch when he came back. I tried to get up to go clean every thing up, but when I did I couldn't hold back the blood curdling scream that came from all the pain. That's when I realized that he had broken several ribs, and my arm. I looked down to see a broken and bloody mess. Every time I moved my ribs would scrape at my insides. After a while of trying, I gave up and layed there in the ever growing pool of blood.

Jeff's POV:

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a scream. I instantly knew who it was and raced to her house, and throwing open the door. I was smacked in the face by the smell of rancid sweat, and blood. the house was disgusting, there was mold on the walls, and garbage everywhere, along with many empty bottles of alcohol. I saw Casey lying there in a red puddle, I knew it was blood. I went over to pick her up, when I heard the slurred voice of what I assume to be her father, "WHATTHEHELLAREYOUDOINGHEREBOY?!GETOUTOFMYHOUSEBEFOREICALLTHECOPS!" I ignored him and proceeded to pick her up bridal style and carry her out. "LEAVE THE LITTLE WHORE HERE OR ILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR KIDNAPPING BOY!" He walked closer to me expecting to intimidate me I guess but I'd had enough. "NOW HAND HER O-" I didn't give him the chance to finish. I punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. I rode to my place as fast as I could, she was barely conscious now and if I waited much longer she'd be dead. I don't know what id do if that happened.

"Come one sweetheart stay awake for me, its just a little while longer and ill get you help." She seemed to respond to the word sweetheart so I kept repeating it softly to her, as I held her hand. "I wont let you go sweetheart. Not ever."