Failed (a sequel to broken more than smashed glass janoskians, Luke brooks)

Chapter four- park and mistakes

Author pov

Hopefully this chapter will be long. I hate long chapters sp yeah, but I'm gonna make one so yeah

Anastashias pov

(A/n Oh yeah should I do other chapractors Povs awell cos I can't think of what theyed think eg)

That night I just went to my room and cryer the night away. The next morning I woke up and got ready for school. I went downstairs and saw jack and Owen eating breakfast, mum was reading a pregnancy book. I really didn't want any more brothers or sisters I mean 4 is enough. I was hoping she would have a girl. I wasn't close to any of my cousins. Well jai had 2 kids, they were 5 and 7 and called Molly and Jamie. James and skip has kids aswell but I weren't related to them James has a girl 3 and a boy 14, they were called Lucy and Tom. Skip has 3 boys 12, 8, 5. Called callam, joe, Sam. I did see Much of them. I looked at jack, for a 16 year old he was pretty immature. I grabbed my toaste and dad handed me the jam. I ate my toaste then headed out of the door. I saw Shelley alone with cole. I decided I would skip school, why go thou trama, I Wundt miss anything it was a dropdown day about drugs and shit. I headed to the park though the alleyway. I saw someone was already there. I could only see the back of their heads, but it seemed familiar. I went to go sit on the swings and just swung

'I see your stalking me' a familiar voice spoke. It was brad

'No, I just...wanted to get away from school for a bit' I signed 'look what you said at the cinema I'm sorry it's just I keep getting hurt not just on the outside but the inside awell....' He cut me off by saying

'Yeah, I felt stupid after getting mad at you, you've been though shit and I... We all do' I looked at him

'Are you hiding something' I asked leaning closer. 'Come on, you made me' I herd him sigh. I just stared at his face

'Yeah I do' he whisperd. I gave him the 'carry on' look

'My dad died from cancer, mum stopped careing about the world and just say at home doing nothing. By the time I was 11 I was sent to a care home, I got adopted into an abuseive family that made me work, then I was moved to nicer family and that's we're I'm hear today' I saw tears form in his eyes

'Im sorry' I whisperd

'Dont me' he gave me a reassuring smile

'Dont, I am I made it look like I go thou had shit just cos my dad is famous and I get badly bullied' I mentally slapped my self

'Lool, lets for get about the past, it history we don't need to bring it up'

'Why do we have history lessons then' I signed

'To learn from out mistakes' he smiled. I smiled back

'So why are you skipping school' he asked me starting into my eyes

'To get away from the pain and bully shit' I sighed starting to swing myself 'you'

'Same reason as you' he looked down

'Wait, you get beat up' I said sounding scared

'Yeah' he whisperd lifting up his top revealing a massive purple bruise that was blue and yellow and evething. This time I let the tears fall down from my face

'I never see you thou' my voice cracked on the end

'Yeah, that's why I came to you, I knew we were going thou the same shit, look I get beaten up by old school people, reason why I moved hear, also my foster family sisters boyfriend beats me up aswell' I could see his eyes starting to tear

'Look I'm so sorry' I felt like an idiot. I made it so my life seemed shitty but it wasn't.

We just sat there swinging for a good hour just taking about good films and stuff