Chapter 2- August 20th

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It was Sanders. Sanders is one of my guy friends and he has bright pink hair. We call him by his last name because he absolutely hates his first name, Justin. I always call him Bieber and he gets so pissed off. It's really funny.

I smile, "what's up Biebs?"

Sanders rolls his eyes and gets off me. He is angry now, "I told you not to call me that!"

I can't help but laugh. He is pretty cute when he is angry. I stand up to face him and say, "Sorry. Won't happen again."

"Yeah right." He says blankly.

I smile again."So who are you here with?" I ask curiously.

"Oh just my older brother." He says almost embarrassed. "Who'd you come here with?"

"My older sis-" I stop mid-sentence. "You have an older brother?!"

"Yeah... He's really my cousin, but my parents adopted him last week." He says and looks behind me. "Hey sorry, but I have to go. Text me later."

He hugs me and we both say bye. I finally get to my car and I see my sister and her boyfriend waiting for me by the 2000 Hyundai Accent. It's so crappy, but it's the best one I could afford. I pull out my Kiss lanyard with my keys on it and my sister speaks, "Ugh! Finally. If we took my car, I would have left your ass."

I shrug and we drive home.

The Next Day:

*buzz* * buzzz* *buzzzz*

I grab my phone and turn the alarm off. It was 6 AM on August 20, 2012. You may be asking why I'm waking up so early on a Wednesday in the summer. Well I have guitar lessons at 8 AM. I hopped in the shower and got ready for my lessons. After my shower, I got dressed in some light blue holy skinny jeans and a black dress shirt. I dried and straightened my hair. By then it was already seven. I walked out of my room to see if I could catch my mom or her boyfriend before they left for work. I needed some money for gas and I desperately wanted a Peace Tea!

"Oh hey Mom?" I asked my mother just as she was about to leave.

She turned around, "Yes sweetie?"

I hated asking for money, but I needed it. Last week I quit my job at Burger King because my creepy as hell co-worker tried to get with me and he even sometimes touched me innappropriately. I filed a complaint, but since his father was the boss it just got ignored.

*flashback

It was 12:30 AM and I was about to leave when Doug[creepy coworker] asked me to mop the floors. I sighed thinking of how bad I wanted to go home and snuggle up in my big bed and let my hair down. I walked over to the counter where the mop was and grabbed the mop. I started mopping when I noticed Doug sitting at a table behind me with a soda. I could just feel his eyes piercing into my back or most likely my ass. Then he startled giggling like he was getting a show from a stripper. I dropped the mop and turned to face him. "What the he-" I start before I notice the big bulge in his khakis and stared at it.

I give a disgusted look and he smiles. Doug stands up and gets right in my face. He's about six foot, two inches taller than me, and has the most awful breath. I can't even explain it. Also, above his lip to the left he has a mole with one large hair. Every time I see him, I think of Austin Powers. "I just want to chop that mole up and make it ino guacaMOLE!" I control my laughing, then he speaks up, "Uh oh. Now who's gonna fix this?" he points at his bulging package and I look away.

I'm terrified now. What was he going to do to me? Rape me?

I have never told ANYONE what happened next. Well except for a few close friends. I told my parents that after he said that I freaked out, said that I quit, and left. Now, I really wish I had.

He grabbed my body and squished into me. Then he smushed his face into mine. I tried to push away, but he was just too strong for my little spaghetti arms. He knew that too. Doug tried pushing his tounge in my mouth, but I kept my mouth clasped shut. It was when he started touching my breasts that tears began forming. The creeper began putting his hand up my back and fiddled with my bra strap. Thankfully he was unsuccessful. I decide that was the last straw! I then kneed him right in the gonads.

He whimpered and fell to the ground holding his 'area'. I threw the mop at him and by now, tears were streaming down my face. I got down on the ground and shouted at him, "YOU FUCKING WEIRDO! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?! I DON'T GO AROUND SLEEPING WITH PEOPLE I WORK WITH! I can't take this anymore. I quit!!!"

I stomped out the door barely hearing what he had said to me, "I know I'm older and ugly, but sorry doll face you're not gonna get anyone better."

Those few words broke me. I cried the entire drive home. With many questions running through my head. Was he right? Could I not get anyone better than him? Was I going to live the rest of my life alone? Is that all I had to look forward to in life?

When I got home, everyone was sleeping. I slammed my bedroom door and immediately put in my headphones and blasted 'Never Too Late, by Three Days Grace. Hoping it would stop me from doing what I really wanted to do. I was still bawling my eyes out. I opened my bathroom cupboard and grabbed my purple and black scissors. The lyrics screamed for me to stop, but I didn't listen. I put the blade against my wrist. Right below my two other scars. I felt the pain and saw the blood slowly seep from my wrist and I was relieved. I felt alive. The song stopped and another one came on.

It was 'You Are the Heart' by Blood on the Dance Floor. Dahvie spoke and I knew he would be dissapointed. I immediately pulled the scissors away and turned on the sink. I cleaned the scissors and wrist. I then grabbed a towel and wrapped my cut in it. I actually stopped crying for a few moments, but as soon as I realized what I had done the tears found their way back. I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. That night was the first night I had ever cried myself to sleep.

*end of flashback*

I grab my wrist and sigh, "Can I have some money for gas?"

"Sure thing baby." she says while I walk up to her.

She takes out her wallet and hands me two bills; a twenty and a ten. I smile and say thanks. She then kisses my forehead and leaves. I put on my make up and find two unmatched socks. I slip on my black Converse before heading to my car.

A/N

Sorry if they're errors. It's really hard to go back and edit on my phone. Well I hope you like it and thank you so much for reading :) ❤ and right on the side there is YOU ARE THE HEART BY BOTDF.

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