The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie.

The Misadventures Of Shyla And Davie. [3]

Shyla's POV::

We were just walking, and it was blissful. the stars shone brighter than ever before, when I was with him. I gave him a sideways glance. He smiled.

"You can look at me. I won't bite."

I laughed softly. Suddenly we were laying in the grass. The constellations were staring down on us. I reached up, wanting to touch them. Realization hit me, I realized I couldn't touch the stars. Couldn't dance with the constellations. With a defeated sigh, I dropped my hand. He looked at me.

"I love you."

I looked back, startled. He loved me? How? Who could love one such as I? Someone so broken as I? Was it possible? Don't reply, I thought. Just smile sweetly. I smiled, but the words tumbled off of my lips before  I could catch them.

"I love you-"

His lips cut me off. And I drifted into neverland, just past the 2nd star on the left(right?) with his lips on mine.

  Reality check. I sat up quickly. A glance around proved that I was at Davie's house, and I was in his room. It also proved that Davie was asleep next to me with a slight frown marring his features. Standing up, I began wandering around the room, looking for a clock. Or at least my phone or his. I couldn't find any of the just mentioned objects so I leaned into the hallway to see if his mom was home. Not hearing anything, I tiptoed into the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen. It was 10.29 according the the stove clock. I sighed. I would be murdered if I showed up at my house right now. I figured I could somehow sneak in through my bedroom window or something. I went back upstairs and searched for my cellular, putting it in my bra when I found it. A kiss on Davie's forehead and I was out the front door.

  I stood below my bedroom window, pondering how I was going to get up to it and through it. Figuring I would just make a ton of noise, I went to try and slip through the back door. Sprinting to the door, and opening it soundlessly proved impossible. I stumbled and the door gave an ungraceful screech, making me wince. I walked into the den slowly, looking around for either of my parents. Not seeing my mother or father, I walked across the room and through a doorway to the stairs. With no warning, I was shoved to the floor.

  I yelped when a kick was delivered to my already puffy cheek. Another kick in the center of my back caused me to twist on the dirty floor. One more to my stomach and I was roughly pulled to my feet.

"Stupid, stupid girl," my fathers voice growled in the dark. "Been whoring around again?"

"N-No Dad."

"Liar!" He yelled and hit me with a fist in the nose area. I heard a loud crack and begged that it wasn't my nose.

"Go. To your room. NOW."

I closed my eyes when he shoved me forward, towards the stairs. Leaning most of my weight on the railing, I started up the stairs. In the 2nd level's main hallway, I crawled to my bedroom. After some time, I managed to get myself into my bed. Tears coursed down my cheeks and I wished I'd stayed with Davie. The door banged open and I screamed. I could see his outlline in the doorway.

"No!" I yelled when he walked towards my bed.

"No No No No!"I kept begging him not too. Not tonight. He finally took one of my books and hit my temple. I  don't remember much after my copy of Stephen King's 'Desperation' hit me.

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The next morning. Saturday. When I woke up, my head was throbbing and I felt dirty. I shivered. Another search for my phone was in order. After 20 minutes of searching and wondering if my dad had taken it, I found it under my desk. Pressing a button, the screen lit up my semi-dark room. I blinked for a moment and finally was able to read the screen.

4 Missed Calls.

10 New Text Messages.

I viewed the missed calls. 2 from Davie. 1 from my grandpa. 1 from my big sister, Yana. I sighed. Yana called me every Saturday to check on me. I would have to call her back. I'd have to call Davie back too. He was probably flippin' a tit. Most Saturdays I was up by 8.00AM.  He'd called at 9 and 10. I figured he'd call again within the next 15 minutes, as it was 10.50 right now. I went to my texts. 5=Davie. 4=Yana. 1=Bethany. What the hell.. I thought. She used to be a close friend, but we couldn't stand eachother now. I brushed it off, not answering her text.  Not even reading her text. It was probably just about how much she despised me. I quickly deleted it. Within a few minutes, my prediction came true. I answered the call.

"Hey."

"Shyla?! Oh my God I was so worrried.." Davie said to me in a slightly crackly voice.

"Yeah. Well I'm fine. I was up late..." I said drifting off.

"Doing what?" He asked in a voice that sounded like he knew it hadn't been my choice.

"Stuff." was my reply.

He sighed. "Come over?"

"Yehh. In like an hour."

"Mkay.. Bye.."

"Bye." I hung up and went to take a hot shower. I needed to make myself presentable, at least slightly.

-Part, 3. Ergh.. Should I keep writing it? Im getting a little discouraged...