Into a million pieces..

Time was my greatest enemy at this point. In about five seconds school would be end for the summer. I sat there with my eyes focused on the clock and my hands flat on the desk. I didn't want to go back to that place. That place they made me stay at. It wasn't home at all, it was hell! Two strangers I was forced to call parents treated me like shit! The bell rang and everyone ran out the door to go home or wherever they went.

I just sat there, tapping my foot, struggling to get up out of my seat. " Hey um.. Lea it's time to leave now. It's summer time c'mon!" Mrs. Marshall grabbed my hand. " Let me go!" she jumped. " Okay. well have a great summer!" she finally left. I got my backpack and started walking down the hallway, when I heard someone screaming in the bathrooms. " PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!" I started running down to the bathroom area. I turned the corner to see a guy on top of some kid, beating him up. Blood was all over the place. " You stupid kid! You made me do it!" he kept beating his face in. " STOP IT!" I made the mistake by yelling stop. He turned around, it was Harry. " What the hell are you doing here?" he started walking towards me. " Leave him alone, you're hurting him!" he laughed.

" Who cares! He's just a dumb little freshman." The kid ran off down the hall. " So what you used to be one." A smirk appeared on his pale face but then it disappeared. He walked past me slowly. The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, it made me tingle. I will have to admit one thing Harry was a fine fellow but a damn jerk he was. I didn't know what to do, I was standing in the boys bathroom with a creepy smile on my face. It was time for me to leave and head home. Patricia said she would come and pick me up but I told her I rather her not. Walking home ways favorite part, even though I could walk anywhere, walking was my favorite thing to do. A simple thing to do when I seemed upset or alone, I would walk anywhere. Then when I felt like it I would walk back. It seemed to me that no one was home so I ran inside, upstairs to my bedroom. I turned on my radio and took off my clothes to head in the shower. I stood there in silence, water ran down my body as the music got inside of my head. The lyrics were soft and smooth. The rhythm made me daze in and out of reality. I felt high, higher than the heavens above. *knock knock* I snapped back to reality. " What do you want!?" I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. " Um... do you have a minute, Lea?" The voice sounded familiar, it was deep yet soft spoken. I slowly opened the door, to see Harry standing there with his fingers in his hair and his eyes traveling up and down my body. " What the fuck are you doing here!?" I pushed through him. " I followed you home, I wanted to talk to you. I'm sorry for breaking in but it was important." I didn't know what to do or say at this point. This creep was standing in my room and I had no clothes on, but a towel. " Harry will you please wait outside on my porch, my parents should be arriving home any minute and they will freak if they see you in my house." He laughed. " Wouldn't they think it's even more weird with a hot guy like me sitting on their porch?" He made sense. " Just sit on the porch til I get dressed, please?" " Okay okay I am going, please hurry!"

I really wanted this to be the death of me, I am so tired of all of this bullshit! I grabbed my gray sweat pants and a tank top and ran downstairs to the porch. Sadly, he was still here but I'm kinda glad he didn't leave. " Okay, what is it Harry?" He got up really fast. " Um... I'm not doing much this Friday and... I was wondering if you were busy?" My heart was racing, I could hear the beat in my ears. " I am not really doing much, why?" He smiled at me. " Would you like to go see a film with me?" My parents pulled in. " Ah shit!" I yelped. " Yes I would Harry, but you have to go now before I get in trouble." " Okay thanks Lea!" He ran off. " Hey Patricia!" I rolled my eyes, I felt like I had to wave or they would yell at me for not acknowledging their appearances. " I would rather be called mom or mother. That would be nice!" I jogged to the car to help with the bags. " So how was school?" Nathan, aka my step dad, asked. " It was shit, just like all the other days!" Patricia handed me three bags. " Younpg lady watch your mouth, please!" " Yes ma'am!"