Just Kiss Me Already

Chapter 1 - Help me?

Before you read this, let me tell you that this is my first story and I would love critiques! Thanks :D
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I sat in school and listened to the teacher lecture us on a book I was supposed to read, but never did. You could say I am not much of a "school" person. I guess I never have been. Luckily, this was my last class of the day. This was all brand new to me, me being a new student here and all. The kids were the same though. That never seems to change.. People equal nightmare. Guess I'm not much of a people person either. What can you expect?

I stared at the board and daydreamed of a place with just myself. It's raining-always, and you can see the sun through the perfect shade of light grey clouds. The grass is vibrant, dark green. The air smells fresh and clean. There is no wind. Pain is noexistant.

The bell rang, startling me from my blissful daydream, I realized I was free for the weekend- finally. My mom was away on a business trip so I would have the whole house to myself. I just had to make it home and then I would be alone to do whatever I please.

I walked to my locker and pulled my textbooks out so I could take them home to finish my homework. I just started off to walk out the door when Callie came up to me with her so called "friends". Admittedly, she was perfection. Tall, skinny, dark hair, perfect skin. Personality wise though, she could use a bit of work.. But then again, who am I to judge? "Hey you!" she called to me. "Who do you think you are? Stealing my boyfriend!" She screamed, obviously outraged. She flipped her dark, chocolate, brown hair out of her face so I could see the burning, red anger on her face. I must have looked confused because then she said, " He's only got eyes for YOU, you little slut."

"Callie, it's not my problem your boyfriend has some wandering eyes. First of all, I don't think he is even remotely hot. Second of all, how about you turn yourself around and walk on home, okay?" I began to stalk off, but she grabbed my collar and yanked me back.

"Wake up, slut. This is reality. And in reality, you dont tell me what to do."

Then, she came at me and pinned me to a locker. She was a good five inches taller than I am, and she was definitely stronger, I stood zero chance. Instead, I stood there and let her punch me, I took every blow. After all I had been through before, this was hardly anything. "Why don't you fight back, loser?" Behind Callie most of the people laughed or ran for teachers. Finally she let up and threw me to the ground. "What a wimp." She said as she walked away along with everyone else.

17 punches, I'd know, I counted. I sat up and coughed hot, irony blood into my mouth that made my stomach start to churn and the room room spin just the slightest. My skin ached and I knew it would bruise, on my stomach, my arms, my neck and my face. It would turn purple, black and every other color in the rainbow. I coughed more blood and slid myself back against the lockers. The metal locker was like ice on my skin. It felt good as it dulled the pain.

This was not my first time being beat up and it was definitely not my last. School after school, house after house, and still I never seemed to fit in. Now we would have to move again. Which was a shame because I was beginning to like it here..

I'm not sure how long I sat there, but it felt like an eternity. Some part of me convinced myself to get up and start home, so I did. I listened to soft tap of my feet hitting the pavement. Lulling me to sleep. Eyes drooping shut. Mind caving in.. My whole jaw ached from being punched so hard. Further I convinced myself and eventually I found myself sitting on my door step. Laying on my doorstep. Waiting on my doorstep.

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Eventually my mom pulled in and caught sight of me. Her car abruptly stopped in the garage and I heard frantic footsteps coming towards me. I couldn't pry my eyes, or even my mouth, open to explain. She scooped me up in her arms and slowly brought me in the house.

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"Why does this keep happening?" She asked. I looked up at her and stared. "Are you mean? Are you a bully yourself? I just don't understand, Caitlyn!"

"So, you think I want people to beat me up?" Accusation ran thick in each word as I enunciated them. "What is wrong with you!" I yelled as I set my anger free at last. "How is this my fault? I'm the victim mom! I-" She held up her hand to me, but I ignored and continued on. "I am the one who is broken- literally! Yet you put the blame on me!" My voice sang an octave higher as anger burned through my veins, ripping itself free. "I am so sick of being everyone else's punching bag and now you think I enjoy it. You are absolutely unbelievable." I growled.

"Stop." She said sternly. "That is not what I said or meant. I am just wondering why and how this keeps happening, honey. I care so much about you and it hurts me to see you continuously get hurt! Maybe it's time we move again.."

"No mom, please. I don't want to move again. I am begging you not to do that."

"I don't know what else to do, honey." Her voice like soft, sad velvet. Beautiful, but it hurt to hear that much pain. She came and sat down next to me. Then she put her arm around my shoulders, hugging me tight. I liked how I could be so close to my mom, sorda like my best friend. She picks up every intricate, little, broken piece of me and fits it all back together. "I'll make you a deal." She paused to make sure I was listening. "I will give you one month to try and make some good, quality friends. If you haven't by then, we'll move. If you have, then we stay." She smiled encouragingly at me.

I thought about it for a moment and decided it was the best I was going to get. "Okay." I agreed and we shook on it. "Thanks, mom."

She kissed my forehead and frowned. "Now, I'll get you an ice pack and some Advil and off to bed you go."

"While you're at it, could you make me some tea?" I grinned as I hedged my bets.

"Hmm.." She considered. "I guess I don't see why not since I am already up." Winking at me she walked off into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later. I was allowed to sleep on the couch whenever I wasn't feeling well, so she brought me a pillow and a blanket. I switched on one of my favorite movies, and snuggled up into my blanket. "Goodnight!" She called before closing her bedroom door.
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