I walked alone onto the roof of the building, my flats slapping the ground noisily, and my drenched dress sticking to my skin. Why would he do that? I asked myself. I wasn't sure. My boyfriend, who was my best friend, had just humiliated me in front of everyone in the school. It was prom night for us juniors and seniors and every year, the seniors played a trick on a junior girl, but I didn't think I'd be that unfortunate girl. My brother and my boyfriend took part in having me drenched with punch and made fun of in about every way. Needless to say, he's my ex boyfriend and my brother is going to be avoided at all costs for a while.
I walked on the roof, drenched from head to toe in punch, in the pouring rain with my mascara most likely half way down my face. I sat down on the side of a large flower pot and sobbed silently. So much for fitting in, I thought to myself. This year, I was trying to fit in, and steer away from my emo\scene look I'd had since 7th grade. Thinking 11th grade would be my good year; I exposed myself to other people and let myself be doused in girly clothing and too bright makeup. It was torture, but I thought it was worth it, and so did my family.
My brothers, one was a senior, the other a sophomore, were the only family I had left. My father, after years of abusing us and calling us names, finally packed up and left us on our own. I was thankful for the peace, but not thankful for the work it took to keep us alive. I kept the house clean, I paid the bills, I cooked, I did everything so my brothers didn't have to. Caleb, my older brother, wanted no part in anything that involved responsibility. Grayson, my younger brother, wished to help me, but Caleb always dragged him somewhere new every day, not giving him time to get a job.
I was okay with the responsibility, but I'd rather have them help. I feel like it's my fault if we survive this year or not. I know now that I'm going back to my scene look, and not care what anyone thinks. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice asked from the door to the roof. I didn't answer, and sat as still as possible, praying the person wouldn't see me. "I know someone's up here, and I'm not leaving until I find you," the voice said and I realized I didn't know this man at all. Peeking out of the shadows, I tried to glimpse at him. I saw his black hair and black band t-shirt and knew he was the new kid. He came here last week, but I had never talked to him. It was 'betrayal' to Kyle, my ex, if I talked to anyone other than him.
"I see you," he said looking at me. I sat back fast and prayed he wouldn't come closer. A hand closed around my arm, pulling me up. "I saw you run out, and I wanted to see if you were okay," he said to me quietly in a husky voice. "I'm Spark," He gave.
I nodded, "I'm Skye," I said, my voice breaking. I felt warm tears still spilling down my face, and I came up with enough common sense to wipe underneath my eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. I shook my head and he hugged me. He hugged me. This kid, who doesn't know me, and I don't even know what he looks like hugged me. I guess he was just being sympathetic. He withdrew from our hug and he found the light switch by the door going inside. He was dressed in a black Veil Brides t-shirt - which was my favorite band - and black tight skinny jeans. "Hey, you stole my shirt!" I joked, seeing that I had the same shirt. "Oh, yeah, I sneaked into your room at midnight and ravaged your closet and murdered your parents," He teased. I winced at the mention of my parents. "Oh, did I say something…?" He asked carefully. I shook my head. "It's just that….my parents abused my brothers and I and then they left us on our own, and I have to do most of the work around the house," I confessed. He was actually the first person I felt the need to tell this. "My parents were pretty much the same. My dad abused me after my mom left, so I moved out," he concluded.
My black dress was small, making me cold from the wind and rain. I shivered slightly and he offered me his coat. At least chivalry wasn't dead. Dakota made me do my own things, telling me I needed to be more independent. "Thank you," I muttered. He nodded.
"I saw what they did to you," he said quietly. I looked up at him.
"Was that your boyfriend?" I nodded. "Well you don't deserve someone like that," I nodded again. "I broke up with him though. My brother was going to protect me and make sure he didn't kill me, but Caleb just ended up siding with him," My voice cracked and tears leaked. He rubbed my back.
"Hey, it's okay. How bout this, I'll watch your back at school if you watch mine? That work?"
I nodded and smiled at him, hugging him. "Wanna come to my place and get you dried off and warmer?" He asked. "Well, depends... Where do you live?" He told me a street that was right next to mine. "Okay, that works then. I could just walk ho--"
"No, I'll take you later," He cut me off. I nodded in agreement and we rode to his house with Black Veil Brides filling the stereo.
