The day I have to return to school came too quickly... and I'm absolutely terrified. It was only yesterday I had a panic attack that scared the shit out of Aaron, and since then we haven't really talked. He's avoiding me because he thinks it was his fault, in actuality, it kind of wasn't.
It was my fault I couldn't keep my mouth shut about what happened to me in the system. The one time I wasn't quick enough to remind myself that telling people what has happened to me was going to cause problems. I think he's considering telling Sierra.
She knows some of the homes that abused me, but only a small amount. Majority of the homes I went to get away with their neglect and abuse, and they're most likely still doing it to the children in their care. And while I want to never look back at my past, the thought of them hurting kids as young as I was infuriated me. It almost makes me wanna say something. Almost.
It's six-thirty in the morning, so too early for Aaron to be awake, or Melissa who arrived home yesterday night. I might as well get to school early to plan some escape routes in case I may need them. I'm praying to Irene I don't run into her, or any of those girls today. I'm not stable enough to deal with their shit.
I'm only going to school today because Sierra said she was coming back home, and I'd rather not be home alone, or off with the gang with her on the way. Basically, anywhere she can find me if she knows I'm not at school, I don't wanna be there. Besides. I'm curious to see how my friends are doing. Especially a particular one.
Softly, I shut the door behind me and lock it with my set of keys; being careful to make the least amount of noise to avoid alerting someone. Aaron mainly. Once I make sure the coast is clear, I make a run for it and sprint across the driveway, sliding down onto the sidewalk and disappearing past the bushes.
To Hell I go.
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GARROTH
I need to talk to her.
It's been a while and... we kissed... then she disappeared. I call her sometimes but I'd rather talk to her in person because once I get flustered, I shut down and hang up.
Plus, she's really the only one I feel I can truly talk to. The only one I can be honest and open with since Laurance... hates me, and everyone else is oblivious as to how I really am. Not okay would be the right term. I've felt like complete crap since all of this started and i feel like I have no one to turn to. Except (Y/N).
The school has been... something else since she disappeared. The girl, Talia, she's already Queen of Phoenix Drop High; Ginny, Ivy, and Lily are at her side like servants. These past days it's been a stream of questions such as, 'Where's (Y/N)?" or "Do you know where (Y/N) could be?" Asked by Ginny to me.
I don't see the point of getting revenge on someone who stole your crush. People come and go, crushes don't remain crushes forever, and if you hold onto hate for so long you'll only end up miserable. I have a feeling that, maybe, this isn't the whole truth. Something bigger happened than just that.
"Garroth!" Ginny rushes towards me from her locker. She shoves an envelope into my face, my head jerking away in time before she cuts my eye with the tip.
I bite down on my tongue before taking the envelope, searching over it in confusion. "This is a handmade letter for Talia's welcome home party next weekend, she really wants you to come."
"Wonder why." I place it on top of the books in my locker, hoping it somehow gets lost and I'll have an excuse not to go. "And before you ask, no. I haven't heard anything from Y/N."
"That girl must be hiding somewhere." She scoffs. "She's such a pussy. If she didn't do anything as she says, why hasn't she come to school to face Talia herself?" Maybe because Talia hurts anyone that blocks her path?
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HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader
Teen Fiction"I'm scared to be loved," ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━ It's been a hard life for Y/N. Ever since she was born, she's been thrown into a string of foster homes that haven't treated her well. Abuse and fear have riddled her life. Until she reaches one home...
