Beginnings • c.h

Chapter Nine

PLEASE READ AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END, IT IS IMPORTANT AS TO WHAT HAPPENS IN THE CHAPTER.

WARNING: THIS HAS CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING OR GRAPHIC. READ ONLY IF YOU WISH, THIS WAS BASED OFF PAST EXPERIENCES AND IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY.

Chapter Nine

Now Calum began to tug me forward, clearly blind to the inward battle of my heart and head. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Megan POV

“That is an absolute load of bullshit, Mikey” I cackle loudly.

“It’s true! I swear, I socked him straight in the mouth!” he persisted. He was attempting to convince me that he had got in a fight with some guy over a PlayStation he wanted. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting into laughter again, I point at him exclaiming,

“Dude, what you just said ‘socking him straight in the mouth’ sounded so dirty!”

Shaking his head at me, he lightly punches my shoulder and says,

“Get your head out of the gutter, you dirty creature! What the hell is wrong with you?”

I laugh at his name-calling, until a sudden memory hits me like a tonne of bricks.

*Flashback*

Goodnight, James.” I smile, hugging my jacket tighter to my chest. I look up at the handsome boy in front of me.

“I had fun tonight, Megan.” He says, licking his lips slightly. He looks down at me, his dark blue eyes glimmering. Please, please, kiss me, I beg inside me head. I was fourteen, and my first ever date, James, was dropping me home from the movies, I had never been kissed so this was a big deal for me…

He lowered his head very slowly, and I fluttered my eyes closed. This was it, this was really happening. His lips hit mine very softly and they are pressed together for several seconds. Pulling back, he whispers a quick goodnight, and he was gone…

I giggle slightly, lifting my hands to press them where James’ lips were just moments earlier. Stepping back and opening the door mechanically I don’t think to not slam the door. It shuts with a loud bang and I skip my way to my room.

“MEGAN!”

I cringe at the sound of my fathers’ tone, screaming at me from the kitchen. Backtracking back down the hall I slowly enter the kitchen, to face my clearly enraged father.

“Yes, Dad?” I ask slowly, head bowed and my hands clamped in front of me. Hopefully he wasn’t in too bad of a mood tonight, but the fact that I just came home two hours late would mean otherwise.

“Where the fuck have you been the past two fucking hours?”

I stumble over my words, trying to come up with a coherent lie, one that wouldn’t need too many details…

“I-I was at Jessie’s, working on our Art project.”

My father walks up to me and grabs my chin roughly,

“Then, why the fuck would a boy be dropping you home, and kissing you on the front doorstep?”

Oh crap. I begin to beg, him

“Please, no Daddy, please, don’t-“I was cut off by the sound of his other hand clamping down over my mouth. I begin to sob hysterically, knowing what insults were to follow.