Five years ago she lost it all. She lost her home, her safe haven, and her dad. Left with nothing but her bipolar mother and her abusive step dad, Venson Walker wants nothing more than to get away.
And her idea of this is getting a scholarship and...
I groan and slap my alarm, turning it off. I sit up and let out another groan, the bruises protesting with pain. After a brutal hour of applying makeup to cover as much bruises as I can, I slowly make my way down the stairs.
But when I approach the kitchen, I stop short when I see David sitting at the table. What's worse is the grin splitting his face in half.
David is usually already gone when I wake up, so when he stands up from his spot at the table, I panic and start taking steps back away from him.
"Relax!" he says, holding his hands up by his shoulders in surrender. "I told you the school is worried about you health." The smile on his face as he says this is anything but pleasant, and so without grabbing any breakfast, I grip the straps of my backpack and waltz straight out our front door.
I may be 10 minutes early for the bus, but waiting is better than spending more time with that psycho. As I'm waiting, I pull my book out of my backpack and continue where I left off from last night. Before I finish the page, my phone buzzes in my sweatshirt pocket, but I ignore it.
It then buzzes again so I close the book with my book mark before pulling out my phone . And what I see on the screen causes dread to pool inside my stomach.
"Your father would be ashamed of you." "Your not good enough." I frown when I see the message wasn't sent from David, but from an unknown number. I gulp down my building anxiety and put my phone back in my pocket in an attempt to forget about it.
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Walking to my next class, I turn up my music and keep my head low, hoping the shadows of my hood and the makeup are enough to hid the bruises. But there's nothing I can do to stop the awkward way I'm waking due to all the damage David presented to me last night.
No matter how hard I try, I can't get the images of him fingering me out of my mind. Not to mention, I'm a little sore from never having that many fingers inside of me before. Granted, the only fingers to have ever been inside of me were my very own.
I sit down at my desk in the back of my physics class and check my phone for anymore weird messages or unwanted snaps. After a few moments, the teachers voice erupts the small talk around the class room, and I yank out one ear bud to hear what he has to say.
"Good morning Scarlet's! We have a new student who is joining us." When I look up, I look straight into a pair of chocolate eyes, so dark and warm I could happily drown in them. "This is Maverick Wesson, a transfer student from Texas. Let's make him welcome here at West."
She mumbles a few things and points at the table behind me, where no one sits. The girl who shares a table with me blushes when he walks our way, and when I look up at him, I expect him to looking at my partner.
But he's looking right at me. We make eye contact and I can't make myself look away. His eyes lure me in, inviting me, promising me a candy land is just inside. His hair is the same colour as his eyes, his jaw so strong and sharp I'm scared it could cut me if I touched it. His lips are darker than most males, full and beautiful. He is wearing a tight blue tee shirt, so snug his muscles pop out a little.
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