Once again I was sitting next to the scratched up table in my small room crying. My body ached as I looked at the fresh bruises on my already cut up leg, but that wasn't even half the reason I was crying.
My mind kept going back to that day even though I kept telling my self not to think about it ,i couldn't help recalling and regretting. My mom was in the passenger seat ,with my dad driving and me in the back with "him", we were all happily singing to "Classic" even though I was the only one in the car that actually knew the lyrics everybody pretended like they knew it and sang along.
We were on our way to dinner at a new restaurant that just opened up, but I guess it wasn't what was planned for us. We were at the stop sign at a cross road just when me and "him" started fighting over who gets to drive back, my dad looked back for what seemed no longer than a second and a truck crashed right into the front of our car. Right then and there my parents died.
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My bad boy neighbor is good? (Incomplete)
RomanceHe saved me, again and again, but I refuse to lean on him, I can't trust him. ____________ "Just leave me alone!!! I don't want your help, why can't you leave me alone like everyone else?!" I screamed He pushed me against the lockers with his hands...
