I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

"Your my Slave & always will be" my boyfriend Slim tells me.The hardest part of being a woman...is feeling like your not one.feeling like your more of animal then even a human being.My body gets beats like one.it gets scarred and neglected like one.Every single day I wake up next to this disgrace called a man.He not just any man,he is my master.He puts so much bruises and scars on my body I'm slowly breaking down each day.Slim and I met at a poetry club downtown.I fell in love with him after 6 months of talking and dating. He proposed to me but that's when the signs of his violence started showing.The signs of his cold heart started becoming more clearer to me.Why didn't I escape when it first started happening? It was too late for me, he had already locked me in. Now here I am, trying to break free from a man who is impossible to break free from. But to save myself, I have to end him right? Read on about my story.Copy righted.[THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES AND ALOT OF PROFANITY] you have been warned [This is Copyrighted to Tyvia Wilson 2014 ©]

It's been a wild ride. Separated from his mother and siblings at the age of two, author Roland Elliott recounts a tale of extreme family violence, of running away from home, and a suicide attempt followed by life in foster care, and how he ultimately broke free and went on to discover the world from behind a drumkit. Finding and losing love --and nearly his life -- the author battles depression, anxiety, homelessness and more to ultimately transition from victim to victor. Last.Man.Standing.

When you grow up on the road with a drunken mom and abusive father you learn to fend for yourself pretty well. But I had another thing coming when I got taken out of their care and was now living with a foster family. A mom and dad so desperate to have a daughter they got a screwed up teen. Living with all these boys, 5 in total, was definitely going to be a different experience to say the least.

Nicole was one of the schools most popular sought girl. She was easy going, stubborn and full or herself. Emilia was the complete opposite of Nicole. She's hard working, kind and strict. She's also the current student council president and was also one of the most sought girls even if she was called the ice princess. A bet was placed for Nicole to make Emilia her girl. Can she win the bet or will everything back fire.

It wasn't the lies you told, It wasn't the tears I shed, It wasn't the pain you caused, It wasn't the misery that followed, It was what you did, That ending up breaking me. Trigger Warning: contains bullying, depression, and suicidal thoughts/actions I would love to read your thoughts on my work so feel free to leave comments :) Highest Ratings: #10 in left

Teenagers hide. They hide behind masks, facades that keep them safe. Masks that society approves of. But masks only hide who you truly are. [ #thepeopleofsociety ] © LuCaBeLLe

Ashley is basically the Queen of Nerds at her stereo-type filled high school, and being abused at home doesn't really help. But what happens when the most popular boy at school sees her bruises? ______________ "Here let me help." It was Jason. He was in the girls bathroom, the girls bathroom. "That's ok." I mumbled turning away. The bruise was starting to show. "No I insist." He grabbed my arm and turned me around. I winced and looked up at him. He started to dab like I was doing, then he started to rub. He stared at my arm intently. "Is that a bruise?" He asked looking at me then the bruise and back and forth. "Yeah, I, um fell off my um...bike! Yeah my bike!" I said. He rolled his eyes and let go of my arm. "Well whatever just get that checked out." He said smiling. "Why do you care?" I asked. "Because I'm trying to be nice," Then he mumbled, "It's not like you have friends anyway." "Hey! That's not nice." I said furrowing my eyebrows. He held up his hands in a no offense motion. "I'm just saying you could use some friends." He said. -------------- Cover by @QueenCourtneyLynn

There is more than what meets the eye when it comes to the dark and twisted Leah Parker, but it takes a brave Ethan King to stare into Leah's cold eyes and be apart of her journey of self-acceptance, independence, and growth. I would love to read your thoughts on my work so feel free to leave comments :) Highest ranking: #1 in Life #1 in foster #2 in badgirl #2 in player #7 in highschool #11 in fiction #11 in teenfiction #28 in romance Trigger Warnings: Suicidal Ideation, Drugs, Death, and Abuse