Chapter 5: Coma?
Alli's POV:
A door opens, I turn.
"Hi, Mark..." I say a bit too cheery.
He smiles and walks towards me.
"How are you today, gorgeous?" He slurs his words.
He's drunk. He's never been this drunk.
"Gorgeous?... Are you okay?" A sixteen year old girl can only know so much.
"Yes, I'm alright, I'm just happy."
I nod and start walking upstairs.
"Goodnight, Mark."
"Where ya going?"
"To sleep... its getting late..." I spoke, feeling uncomfortable.
"Let me come with you."
"No, its fine..." I quickly blurt out. "I'm not a kid anymore..."
"You really aren't..." He says as his eyes explore my body, which makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Goodnight." I say in a quiet voice, and run upstairs.
I quickly run into my room, not wasting any time. I kept reminding myself to lock my room door. I said it about a billion times on my way up.
But I forgot to lock it...
I changed into my pajamas, and jumped on my bed, I dug myself into my blanket, and blocked out the world around me. I tried to sleep, my mind constantly reminding me of the way he looked at me. A tear started to leave my eye, when I remembered I didn't lock the door.
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Losing Time
Подростковая литература**I started writing this when I was about 12 or 13... It's so bad in the beginning but I plan on editing it HARDCORE. AFTER CHAPTER 7, I'M WRITING THIS AS A 17 YEAR OLD! THANK YOU FOR READING.** ........................................... Alli's da...
