The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

20 Complicated

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"I hate you!" I screamed.

"Is that anyway to speak to me?"

Her hand went across my face leaving a sting.

"How can you not believe me?!" I yelled at the verge of tears.

"Cause you're an attention whore. That's why! Chris would never do such a horrid thing to you."

But he did. He raped me. My mom's soon to be husband raped me.

"I can't fucking believe you. I'm leaving," I pushed past her upstairs. Quickly, I threw a bunch of clothes in my backpack.

I dialed Hannah's number.

"Hello?" she answered.

"I'm coming over. My mom is being a bitch. I'll explain everything later," I began to cry.

"It's gonna be alright. Hurry over."

There was a loud knock on my door. "Let me in!"

I decided to go out the window. I hadn't taken down the ladder from sneaking out last night. It'd be an easy escape. I dropped my bag out the window and quickly made my way down.

As I was walking to the front of the house, that same red pickup truck approached. The one I was always scared of seeing lately. Maybe I should have just jumped off of that roof.

My alarm went off making me shoot up in bed. God, sometimes my gift brings me back to my memories too. I don't know why but for me and anyone else, it always goes to the sad or depressing ones.

I took a quick warm shower and put on the new outfit I got from 'Drop Dead.' Thank goodness it was Friday, and the weather was perfect for a game. The last couple days have been well. Haven't talked to Cordelia though.

I'll just call her after the game. There was a knock at my door.

"It's unlocked!" I yelled from the living room.

"Hey Hayles," Oliver stepped in. "Love the fit."

"Thanks! This guy recommended me this really cool store," I winked. "Anyways, are you ready to watch your team get squashed?"

"Not to jinx or brag but Cordell is pretty good."

"Well Riverdell are amazing!"

"You're funny. I bet Nathan lost every game for them."

I nudged him. "Nathan is one of the best on the team."

"Guess I'll have to see that for myself," he scoffed.

"Let's go then."

"Before that, did Jenna tell you anything about me? The last game?"

"Why the sudden curiosity?" Could what Jenna told me was true? He did look nervous.

"Cause she knows things. About me. Embarrassing things. So I just want to make sure she hasn't told you any stories."

"Don't worry Oli. She hasn't told me anything out of the ordinary about you. Now let's go before we miss the game!"

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We were walking to the bleachers when someone called Oliver. The guy got closer and I realized it was Brad. What does Oliver have to do with this douche?

"Shit," he mumbled.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Just go find the girls and let me talk to him."