Unforgettable
Elizabeth is 18, just finished school and looking for something to accomplish in life, but certain things are standing in her way... Due to circumstances she doesn’t have parents anymore. Dylan (19) who is her best friend is/was in the popular click at their old school but never let Elizabeth down, unlike her Dylan’s parents are alive but, always out in business. They always find a way to support their children.
Chapter 1
28th may 2014
Forgetting...
“GET OUT OF THERE YOU FRIGGED BITCH” Kyle shouted through the thin bathroom door. I was crying, but hopefully not loud enough to hear. When I muttered to myself “I need to do something about this,” Kyle heard me and kept hitting the door, which I’m sure had marks in.
I got my phone out and dropped it twice, since I was shaking so much. Kyle kept shouting louder to now probably straining his voice, I called Dylan but his phone was off. So I had no choice but to face Kyle on my own, I struggled to my feet since I had stayed there so long and approached the door with caution. I unlocked it slowly, and then the banging stopped...
As soon as I opened the door my face stung with pain. I tried to hide my cries of pain but one left my mouth without permission. For that I got punched in the gut. I dropped to my knees in agony gasping for air, this went on for another before he just stopped, and “realizing” what he had done, trying to apologize, saying he doesn’t know how to control it.
At this point I had, had enough each time he took a step towards me; I shuffled back cowering away from him, “you know what, you’re impossible!” He sneered at me, before turning slamming my bedroom door shut, then running down stairs, slamming the from door on the was out until I heard his charger pull out of the drive, I broke down .
I pulled myself up using the bed that I was so close to being on again with him, I shuddered at the memory. I pulled my white now soaked with blood tank top, throwing it into the garbage. It was ruined now and tried to wipe some of the blood of my battered abdomen, with antiseptic wipes. As I hissed in pain I heard a strange yet familiar motorbike outside my house as I tried to pull the dressing gown on as fast as I could before Dylan came up, but I was too late.
As I was fiddling with the cord Dylan came bouncing through the door like a 5 year old.
“You called milady,” he bowed before looking at me. I was thankful for that. “Yeah” I timidly nodded. Once he put his head up, he looked like a ghost. “Who did this to you?” it came out in almost a growl. My lip trembled between my teeth, “Kyle” it was barley a whisper I wasn’t even certain he had heard it. He took a few strides then, pulled me into his muscular chest, he walked backwards so, he was sitting on my bed, I curled up into his lap “shh you’re safe now” he whispered. I lightly nodded, my eyes getting heavy from the lack of sleep.
Right before I closed my eyes, I thought to myself, I love him...
I woke up confused by my surroundings, Dylan was no longer here but now I was in my Stlinski (A character from teen wolf) t-shirt and a pair of shorts since it was nearly June. With practically no blood on me at all.
On the bed side table, there was a note which read, “you fell asleep so I got you changed, Tia needed me home x-D
I didn’t see how long I was asleep for but when I looked at the clock it was 7 o’clock. I went downstairs, looking for something to eat. Which I never found so I had to call a taxi since I failed my test and normally got Dylan to drive me everywhere. But at least I had Dylan’s skate board here, since last week he had taught me how to ride it without falling off. And a load of random tricks which I will never need.
