Leader's Possession

How Dare you

A/N: TRIGGGGGER WARNING

   I feel my heart beat in every inch of my body. If what he says is true, Trevor could do whatever he wanted to me and get away with it and nobody will be there to stop it. How is this even part of the deal? I'm not even in the gang and as well known as I am, what use does he have with me in the first place? The questions flood around me and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach at the very thought of Trevor doing anything to me.

I turn to my father who sits there looking guilty. I know he isn't the one to blame but I can't but feel he wasn't going to put up a fight for my safety, but more for his gang. I turn to him and look back at my bag.

"Leave me be." I say as grab my phone. I hear a heavy sigh and then he leaves me alone in my room with my thoughts and probably the only freedom I have left. My father used to be strong enough to take on someone of Trevor's strength, but he is older now and he relies on a gun and his men to kill or fight when it is needed. He is barely open a ketchup bottle last week.

I lay down on my bed with a sudden pain shooting through my back from laying on it. If he doesn't win, I loose my freedom and my father. He is the only thing I have left. I can't begin to comprehend what it would be like without anyone to count on. My father may have been a total dumbass but he made sure I was protected.

After a couple of minutes of silence I gave myself to at least try and stop this headache, I spring up from my bed. I wish I had more time with it, i can barely part away from my love but at last, I must go to highschool. Yay....

I grab my bag, quickly run my fingers through my hair, to make sure it doesn't look like I just woke up, had sex, rode a bull and then fought a curler, and then run down down a flight of stairs and espcape the house without giving any warning to my father or eye contact in any way. HA.

I make my way to my old Ford truck (don't ask me all the other bullshit I am supposed to know about it because I don't care enough to Google shit.... Do you hear a wall breaking?). I grab my keys from the front pocket of my bag and speed away from the house as fast as I can go without wrecking or starting a highway speed chase.

The school isn't far from my house and it's only a fifteen minute drive, on good traffic days. I pull in the driveway and go over to where I usually park, which is safe distance from preps and popular but not too far away from the door, because screw fucking sprinting down hallways because it took you two years to get to the damn building.

I walk in and notice stares coming from everywhere. People whispering to their friends and then their friends start staring at me. This isn't the usual freshmen heartattacks. Something has gotten around to the school about me or at least a certain fight that may include me.... THAT FUCKING DOUCHE, COCK SUCKING, FINGER FONDLING PRICK! Of course the school know about this. This school is his bitch.

My resting bitch face just got a whole lot fucking scarier.

Oh, were you wondering what the Freshmen Heartattacks​ is? Of course you were. It's were the freshmen have a mini spasm Everytime try found out that I existed in this school because apparently it's unknown whether or not I am a tumor or not in middle school. Not to brag but I'm the shit to them. And by the I mean I make them want to shit their pants. Which I get, I wear leather and dark makeup and my usual expression looks like someone pissed in my Cheerios ten hundred times an I was forbidden to eat cereal because a unicorn would come out and piss in it. I mean the unicorn part wasn't that bad but still.

I safely make it to my locker and avoided questions. Fucking goals. I peak around and see the douche himself making his way toward me. Trevor. Ohhh shit fucking nope. I quickly turn around and hurry away from in and into a crowd of teenagers who say "It's not a phase mom". Yes, the emos and goths. Don't get me wrong, I love emos and goths. They are creative and meaningful but they always use depression as a excuse and think love is so fucking hard because MCR broke up a million years ago.

A/N: sorry for the short-ish chapter. I'm supposed to do this story as a colaporation but I got bored. ALSO I didn't review shit, so if something doesn't make since, comment and I will explain or some shit. HEY WANNA KNOW MY NEW FAVORITE QUOTE.... I fucking forgot it. If I remember, I will post it in the next chapter but no promises