The Beauty That I'm Fakin' - Co-written With bodysnatchers4ever (Lindsey Way)

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HEY! Its @bodysnatchers4ever here!!!!

Thank you so much for reading this! and thank you for so many reads already!!! yay :) lyall

Mikey xø

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I pull on my 70's sheepskin style jacket and snuggle into the warm wool that coats the inside as i step outside into the dark, cold night.

My day was eventful. But not in the best way.

First being late for the bus and having to show the hole of the bus my sexy running, note the sarcasm. Then being tripped over on my way to form,that resulted in a lot of laughing from the kids around in the corridors.

The shit I get from my teachers for not trying hard enough and just to top it all of a dick slap idiot like Simon touching me. I hate him. I HATE HIM! He had no right to touch me, at least i got him of sooner rather than later. At least he didnt get around to doing more than that.

I shiver, not knowing if its from the thought of him touching me or the cold,either way I snuggle into the warmth of my jacket and take a phew more steps listening to the crunch of the frost covered grass under my slightly healed boots and watch as the corner shop comes into the view in the horizon.

I grab milk from the shop and go over to the counter.

"Hey darling, is this all?" The foreign man at the counter smiles as I pass over my dollar note. "Yes thanks Abdulla," I smile and take my milk.

Walking out the door I decide to take the short cut.down an alley way, the light from the corner shop illuminating the path way. I turn down the alley leaving the light behind me.

I should have really thought this threw, the hole 'taking a short cut in the dark' what an idiot. I think to my self as I stroll down the, what seems to be, everlasting ally way.

My pace starts to quicken as I hear a phew muffled, drunken voices down near the end of the ally way. I turn around to look behind me but the light from the shop was long gone, I debate weather or not i should turn back but I'm over half way so I decide to just walk past them. 

Keeping my head down, letting my black fringe cover my face I begin to speed walk past the drunken men, i almost sigh out to soon because someone grabs my shoulder an spins me around, breathing heavy, intoxicated breaths in my face.

"P-pple-ease l-ll-et me g-gg-o" I stutter trying to shield my face away from the sickening stench.

"Or what, princess?" He spits with a slight slur to his voice.

I don't reply knowing i'll make a stupid mistake and dig myself deeper.

"Thats what I thhhoughht," the other man says pushing me up against the wall and slamming my wrists up against it with such force it makes me gag, my two day old scars being pressured against a cold hand.

So whats your nammmme?" the first one asks.

I dont reply and he knees me in the stomach.

"Answer bitch!" the second one shouts in my ear. flinching, I splutter out a low, hardly hearable "Lindsay,"

"Oh i know her from school," a third,more drunk than the other two and recognisable voice comes.

"Shes a Emo Whore," its that boy who felt it was okay to touch me at school today, Simon I think.

"A whhoorrre huh?" the first man unbuttons my jacket and sticks his fat hands up my top.

"what wouuuld mommy say about this skirt?" The second one asks bending down and lifting my skirt up, I try to struggle out of there grip but I jut earn a slap from simon.

"Back oooff faggots, sshees mine,"

He grunts and I hang my head in scared shitless shame, I cant even go to the corner shop a block away with out fucking up.

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I climb threw the bathroom window thats always left open as the front door was locked when O got home, nice to know my mom still gives a shit. oh wait, she never did.

I pull of my jacket, hanging it up on the hook, I take of my ripped shirt and dirty red waist coat and skirt. I place them in the washing basket, I grab a bottle of my dads vodka and get in the shower, slipping down onto the floor, letting the warm water wash away the dirt from that night as the vodka takes the pain away, physical and mental. I drink and drink until i lay cold on the wet, bath floor.

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A/N:Thank you for reading,urg im not very good at writing stuff like that, plus i had a better chapter before wattoad was a dildo and deleted it. anyway,if y'all dont know what happened tere then comment cos i think i made it pretty clear what happened without going into full detail:s

Mikey XØ