Torn Between The Two

Azazel (Chapter 2)

My life was pretty average until I was about 5. My mom met some dude in her Therapy Clinic. His wife had died recently and he became super depressed. He was scared for his daughter because of his depression and asked, no begged, my mom to watch her until he cleaned up his act. Now having been her patient for almost a year now they had grown to be friends, and being friends she gladly accepted. I was avout 6 at the time. He informed his daughter about her new babysitter and in less than a week after being asked, she was now me and my faternal brother, Damon's, responsibility to care for her while my mother was at work. So basically from 6:30 am to 3:45 pm. Me and this strange man's daughter, Elizabeth quickly became close friends I told her almost everything. Except for the fact that I'm a bisexual. And frankly we are 16 and I still don't know hers. Anyway in around 3rd grade I became a sort of what you would call...... rebelious. Early age right? Well anyway, I fell in love with the school's bad boy, Neal. He was sexy in every sort of way. Except for he was always in fights and his relationships lasted only 2 weeks max. Silly 3rd grade me still tried. One day I had come to school in my most revealing outfit, which was me in a black tank top that I cut a half a  foot before my breasts. I had a cute little pair of almost booty shorts, and some black semi see through stockings. I styled my hair super cute and put on all my make up perfectly hoping to please him. Sadly for me it did. It was Friday April 21 in 2008 when I asked Neal out. Seeing my showy look, he accepted. After a month he broke up with me. I thought it was ok with me because he was always looking at other girls, flirting with them around me, and he was constantly hitting me. I would come home after school and immediately run to the bathroom and completely cover the bruises in make up. But after school that day, I went to my room jumping seeing Elizabeth there. I told her everything that happended and for some reason after starting to cry, I realized that I was no where near over Neal. She comforted me and helped me calm down. The next day I told her I wasn't over him and we got into our first ever real fight. She never had the guts to go talk to my brother. So she never really bothered him. He was one of those people in the "bad boy group". So he was always locked up in his room and only came out to get drinks and food never talking to anyone as he did. That day we got in our first fight she ran out of my room and ran across the house only to come back down my hallway, but she didn't come back to my room she went  knocked on my brother's door. Her eyes were puffy along with her nose, making it obvious she had been crying. He called, "COMING!" and flung the door open with an angered look on his face. He sighed and smiled, beconing her into his room and before he closed the door I saw my brother with a heart, hugging Elizabeth. And that when we grew close together again, I realized I liked her. But I never told her or anyone, not even my mom. And from end of 3rd grade to current day 9th grade, I have had a secret crush on my best friend. But for some reason I always went back to the bad boys. And thanks to my now massive crush on Elizabeth, I still keep the ability to love. My dreadful days were the ones when Elizabeth would go back to her house to get more clothes, after being at my house for weeks at a time. To my mom, Amari, Elizabeth was her 2nd daughter and I'm pretty sure Elizabeth was fine with that. When Elizabeth came back she would do what I did in 3rd grade. She ran to the bathroom and covered up the bruises and cleaned up the blood. You may ask about my dad, and to be honest I can't tell you anything. My mom doesn't talk about him and he ran off when Damon and I were born. Anyway that's my life story. Anyone else?