I stood there, shivering in the cold rain. I should've known. Connor only has so many good bones in his body. I trusted him. I gave him a second chance I knew he didn't deserve. But he'd never done this before, at least my journal didn't say he had. Or maybe I just never caught him. My tears dripped down to my upper lip. I wipped it away.
I took my phone and texted him again: Charlie???? Plzz I need you!! Plzzz answer me.
I sounded desperate, but I was. Connor had left me on the side of the road, alone in the middle of the night. If anytime Charlie wouldn't rescue me, it had to be now? Did I do something wrong? Does he hate me? What a stupid question. Of course he hates me. Why would he come rescue someone who keeps walking into the same situation? I went back to Connor. I put myself in danger, I keep putting myself in danger.
Knowing this didn't stop me from hoping and praying.
I pushed my tangled hair out of my face, looking for Jay's broken down Jeep, or Funny's Sunfire. I just needed to see one of them. Any of them. Please....
My hopes began to fall. How could I be so stupid? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Headlights shone in my face. I smiled as the Jeep pulled up.
"Jay!! J-Dog!!!" I smiled, waving franticly.
He stepped out, walking to me with a wide smile.
"Lexi! I've been looking for you!!! Charlie's so worried." He put his arm around me and lead me to the Jeep, and opened the back door for me.
"Really?" I was so excited. Charlie doesn't hate me. My best friend still loves me. I smiled like I'd never smiled before.
Jay grabbed my hair visiously, snapping my head back so he could look in my eyes. I let out a short cry.
"No bitch! He's too busy screwing that whore to care about a little sick fuck like you!" He laughed maniacly, shoving me into the Jeep.
"Why!?!" I yelled in distress. I pushed against him, all of a sudden wanting Connor.
Connor was cold, but not this cold. Jay's eyes were empty of all emotion. Like he didn't realize what he was doing. His face was twisted in anger and evil intention, but his eyes....
"Why what?" He smiled and sneered, "Darling."
"Why? Why do you hate me!?!" Silence. He thought, tapping his chin with a knife I hadn't seen before.
"Because you're depressed." He said simply, as if it made so much sense.
"What!?!" I was distressed. How could someone hate me that much just because I'm a sad soul.
"When you were drunk at that party, you sat there on the table cutting your arms. When I asked why, you told me it was your past. Now when I look at you, all I see is you on that table. Which always reminds me of the shit I've been through. So much fucking shit!!!" He got angrier as he talked, "And you go around cutting yourself for all the fucking attention, playing the helpless girl card, while I cry myself to sleep each night, and when I sleep all I can dream of is those times. I see my mother in your stupid little fucking eyes. That's why I hate you so much!!" He slashed me with the knife, slicing my shoulder. I screamed in pain, holding my shoulder as I fell onto the small Jeep floor.
"Oh poor bae. Thought you'd already be used to cuts." He mocked me. I kicked out, right between his legs.
"FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK, YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!!!I'LL KILL YOU!!!" he striked again, stabbing my knee. I kicked agaionce more, getting up and pushing him down this time before he could strike again.
I ran, I ran like I'd never ran before. Meaning I tripped every two feet. I'd bounce up and try again though when I finally thought I was safe, I stopped and collapsed. My knee bled through my pants, pooling on the cement.
Why? How? How the hell could he hate me for my depression? For being beat and abused since I was a child? For dealing with it the wrong way? And how could anyone mock self-harm? It's not a joke. And while I'm at it, why do I always get in these situations? Almost dying, I mean.
The cement in front of me lit up, I paniced for a second, as the thought crossed my mind that it could be Jay. But the car didn't stop so I calmed for a second before I realized the car wasn't stopping. I got up to try and jump out of the way. Why does this happen to me? I jumped as I began to feel my bones being crushed.
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Hehe. I know you hate me for always nearly killing Lexi. It's what I do. And how about turning J-Dog into a pysho killer. :) and thank you for giving me the idea. C: I'm evil. Mwahahahahaha!!!
I put a picture in here of what Lexi looks like. Tell me if it looks right. Actually tell me. Don't ignore it.
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-Sarah
