QUICK A/N: I'M BACK Y'ALL!!! I'M ALIVE AND KICKING AND ALSO 19 VERSES 15 OR 16 WHEN I STARTED SO IF THIS BOOK SUCKS FROM NOW ... SORRY??? ... ANYWAYS ON TO THE CHAPTER!!! (P.S IT MIGHT BE HELPFUL TO REREAD THE LAST CHAPTER OR THE WHOLE STORY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING)
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Shelby's POV:"W-What the hell happened to your arm Shelby???" Tanya asks, still keeping her eyes on my wounded arm. I still kept my head down, afraid to look at her, and whispered a small "nothing". Turning my body around once again, I go to leave back to ... Somehwere else but here. But once again, I did not get very far in my exit. This time Tanya stood in front of me, as to not grab my arm instead.
"Look" she said, causing me to now look her in the face, creating eye contact for the first time since I got here. "I don't know what happened or what's going on, but I DO know that your arm is hurt and you look like the literal walking dead right now. I will NOT have my best friend walking the streets looking like she belongs in a mental institution because you know what? That is exactly where you will end up if you leave right now, and I do NOT want to spend the rest of our friendship with you in some crazy hospital okay. So we are BOTH going to walk inside, go to the back and I am going to clean you up while YOU tell me what happened. The truth Shelby. The WHOLE truth."
For the first time in a long time I felt cared for ... Like REALLY cared for. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, daring to make an escape. It took everything in me to keep them all inside though, and afraid to use my voice as a response, I looked down and simply nodded in agreement.
Without saying anything else, Tanya took off the sweater she had on and wrapped it around my shoulders. With a sympathetic smile on her face, she guided me inside where I was about to tell her the truth. The WHOLE truth.
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Hurt & Abused
FanfictionShelby Watson's mother died when she was 5 years old and ever since then... her life spiraled out of control. Having to live with her alcohol addicted and absusive father was the worst thing that could happen to her. For ever since the death of her...