When they were three, he chopped off her ponytails.
When they were eight, he destroyed her dolls.
When they were thirteen, he got his friends to beat her up and then threw her in the trash outside school.
And the worst part? He's always gotten awa...
I open the door to my house, panting, and I slam the door behind me as I sink to the floor, the traitorous tears slipping down my cheeks.
Confronting Wyatt has always been part of the plan. But this is just too soon.
The plan? Who am I kidding? It's all ruined now because of one accidental encounter. It's just that when I saw him, the attitude that I had been practicing for the past year and a half suddenly deflated, my confidence depleting.
No Ashley! Stop crying! I mentally scold myself and wipe the drops that stain my face.
I stand up and run to my room, skipping steps as I go. Upon entering, I notice my computer and remember I haven't talked to some people for a while.
I open my computer to see that I have notifications. I made new social media accounts back in London, but I occasionally check my old ones, which are from my preteen years. I completely abandoned when the bullying became cyber as well.
I log into my old Facebook account, and the first thing I see is several reposted messages about an 'End of Summer' party that pretty much every teenager from town is going to. I look at the invite for a few moments, pondering whether or not to go when I get a message from Skype that says 'Peter Wolfe is online'.
I click on it and press the video chat button without any hesitation, a grin starting to spread on my face.
After a couple of seconds, my best friend's face lights up the screen.
"What up, cunt?"He screams so loud that if I had headphones on, I most definitely would have gone deaf.
"Sup you whore?"I reply, a smile beginning to appear on my face.
"BITCH DROP THE SMALL TALK AND TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE FOR TWO DAYS?"
I can't help but laugh. If there's one person who can make me smile, it's Peter. His cheery disposition is almost contagious.
There's a small silence before I reply.
"I guess it took me a while to get used to my surroundings. Just trying to... ya know, um settle in."
"Thats BS and you know it. What really happened?"
Damnit. He just has to know me so well.
So I tell him about everything, from my uneventful first day, to what occurred in the past few hours.
"HOLD UP. You poured a protein shake on him? Hell yes girl," he cheers.
"Are you completely forgetting the fact that I saw him again?"
"I mean... I don't think you should have run like that. It probably made you look like you're still terrified of his existence."
"That's because I pretty much am, you idiot," I point out to him while still looking at the invite, which is in another window.
He sighs, "What are you staring at?"
"Not you! Just an invite to some party."
Just then, Rosie comes into the screen. "Party? Fun!"
My Aunt Rose, or as she likes to be called Rosie, is my mother's step-sister and pretty much my other best friend. She's only 25 years old.
After my grandma passed, my grandpa remarried Sarah, who was Rosie's legal guardian and biological great-aunt. Rosie was always a part of the family, but officially was adopted by my grandpa when she was a kid.
When she was eighteen, she moved to England for university and stayed there ever since, yet she somehow manages to always be there for me with video calls, emails, and occasional visits, after all, she is my middle namesake. When I woke up in the hospital after my whole incident she was the one who suggested that I come to live in London with her for therapy and "some time away from the crap that surrounds me".
She takes a look at both Peter's and my face and narrows her eyes. "Ok what did I miss?"
So Peter fills her in on everything. Her eyes widen at the new information she's just taken in.
"Of all the people's wraps you could have taken, why his? You know what? Don't answer that, but you have to go to this party! If everyone's going, then you might as well go too," she says with enthusiasm.
I look at her for a few seconds. Rosie is the one who converted me into a party animal in London. As much as I can pretend that I don't enjoy the social atmospere of one, I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy a good party or two.
Hey guys! First off, I'd like to say Happy New Year! 2017 definitely had its highs and lows, but I definitely learned a lot, and became stronger as a person.
Second-
A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO BOTHERED TO EVEN CLICK ON MY STORY AND READ EVEN ONE CHAPTER!
We hit 100+ reads and #439 in Chicklit and I couldn't be happier! (Like I literally screamed with happiness when I saw that I even got reads, let alone RANKED)
When I published this, I did it so I could write my thoughts and story ideas that were constantly flooding my head. Eventually, I asked some internet friends to read it and give me their opinions and from there on, I just got support and kind comments.
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