A day went by from me dying my hair. People at school had to get a double take on me. People ran into me just to say they liked my hair. Even the most popular people in the school complimented me.
I ran over to Wyatt and smiled wide. He cupped his hands on my cheeks and kissed my nose. I felt loved for once in my life. Happy in a world so bad. I felt selfish to be happy.
I knew so many people were sad and not happy at all. How did i feel bad for being happy? I should be happy im here with someone i love.
I say goodbye to Wyatt as the bell rings. I grab my book bag and find something attached to it. I grab it and look at what it says.
Meet me at the back of school after first period
This obviously wasnt Wyatts writing. Who was this? I looked around at all of the faces around me. I started to feel faint when i saw one person i really didnt want to see.
Tall, tan skin, brown hair, and green eyes.
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"Stop, please." I said, grimacing in pain from being pushed against the hard brick wall of the school.
"Suck it up pussy. Who are you dating?" Steven yelled.
"Not telling! Why are you so jealous? I was in your foster home five fucking years ago." I growled. He punched me and caused me to fall in pain.
"Who is it." He said, pulling me up by the top of my shirt. He had his face close enough to touch my cheek.
"P-please. Im not saying." That was the worst mistake i made. He kicked my in my stomach multiple times. "W-wyatt."
"Wyatt who?"
"Wyatt Jones." He let go of me and walked back into the school. I was in pain. I sat on the ground and just weeped. Cried as much as i did when i left my first foster home.
I barely cried anymore. This was a rare moment. I wiped my tears and got up. I walked back inside and tried to hide that i was in pain.
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Wyatt ran up to me and told me about his story on how the teacher almost sent someone out. I couldnt listen because i was too busy thinking of what Steven might do. Hes 10 times powerful than Wyatt.
I smile and laugh and grab his hand. I decided i needed to tell him about this whole story. I walked him outside and to the small abandoned park and sat down on the ground.
I stared at him and i couldnt help but get teary eyed. This small smiling person with blonde curly hair and gorgeous eyes was mine. I had to protect them though.
I told him about how i had sex with Steven and how i met him again. He was shocked beginning to end. He got up and told me he was going to best up Steven.
"U-uh dont think thats a good idea, Wyatt."
"I dont care!"
"Wyatt, no."
"Yes. I need to protect you."
"No! Stop! You have no clue how big he is and how he could easily snap you in half. Its my job to protect you, understand?" I yelled. I didnt even realize i was yelling until it was silent and all i heard were Wyatts soft breaths.
"O-okay." He surrendered. I hugged him and told him that everything was going to be okay, but it wasnt.
