Nobody believed me when I said he hit me. Nobody believed me when I said he raped me. Everyone believed him when he said I was crazy and imaging things.
He was the golden boy, he got the grades, he got the cars, and he got everything.
Me, well I wasn't as lucky. I got the bruises, I got made fun of. I get to watch him walk the halls with a girl under his arm. I was the only one.
Why was I the only one?
He never hurts the other girls. I would know, I know how I looked. The smile that never quite reached my eyes, my mask. I lost the sparkle in my eyes that year.
One time is saw a boy, he actually goes to my school. He's in a lot of my classes. He's like me, his smile never reaches his eyes. He wears the mask.
I always want to ask him what's wrong, I never do. Everyone is scared of him, he's the bad boy. People say he's into underground fighting, but not me.
I don't think he could hurt anyone without a good reason. He has been in a lot of fights during school though, but the other person always provoked him.
I dont have friends. I wouldnt know how to have friends. What do you do?
My name is Jillian McCarthy, I am 16 years old, I am abused at home and at school, and this is my story.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi everyone, i want to thank you for reading the start of this story. i will try to update as much as possible. i wanted to let you know that none of these things have happened to me or anyone i know. if this has happened to you i am so sorry. Please enjoy my story and please keep rude comments to yourself. Enjoy!!!
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Teen FictionBoth were broken, together they made each other whole. Jack is the boy you think of when you hear the words "Bad Boy" Jillian is the girl you think of when you hear "Good Girl" Both their pasts could bring them together. But will those same pasts t...
