Please Don't Make This Harder., chapter 1
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"You guys are retarded, this movie isn't even scary!" I said to my two best friends, Paige and Rachel. It was Friday night and we were watching some old horror movie, IT I think it is called. I had seen it before so now I am sitting here watching my two friends scream like there is no tomorrow.
I decided that the movie was getting old so I put in my earphones and turned on my disk man to some good old Clash. I pulled the sleeves to my jumper down and curled up my knees so my chin was resting on them and closed my eyes. About five minutes later I opened my eyes to see why I couldn't here my friends screaming anymore when I felt cold hands slip around my throat. I screamed and jumped up to see Rachel's older brother, Tre, standing there with a smug look on his face.
"Tre you asshole, when did you get here?" I asked, still struggling for breath.
"I came home about 2 minutes ago. My sister told me that they wanted so see if I could scare you."
I turned around and gave the death look to Rachel and Paige. "I'll get you back you know," I told them, flipping them off.
Tre gave a hearty laugh and sat down on the lounge, along with Rachel and Paige, Paige sitting beside him. Paige has a big thing for Tre, but he doesn't know it yet. I think he has something for her too.
I turned around and walked into the kitchen, only to find a short (well not too short seeing as he was my height) black haired man sitting on the counter with a root beer in his hand. He looked up when he saw me enter. "Hey," He said, watching me as I got a beer from the fridge.
"Hey," I replied, turning around and facing him.
"Billie Joe." He outstretched his hand for me to shake.
"Imogen." I shook his hand and hopped up next to him on the counter. "I take it you're Tre's friend?" I asked, taking a sip from my drink.
"Yep, and I take it you're Rachel's friend."
I looked at him and gave him the "No Shit" look. "No actually I'm the dog's friend. See, I come around here and we play fetch and shit like that," I said, sarcastically.
"Really? Well I actually lied. See, I'm the fish's friend. I come around here and we play the staring game...but he always wins," He said, smiling.
"Hmmm...does that have anything to do with the reason that fish can't blink?"
"Well...now that you mention it...no, no it doesn't."
I laughed and looked down at my drink. I looked up at him again to see him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"Well, I don't mean to pry, but why do you have bruises all around you neck?"
Oh shit. I completely forgot about that.
"Oh it's umm...nothing," I said as I hopped down from the counter.
"Look, I know we only just met and everything, but I want to let you know, you can always talk to me okay? Sorry if that sounds weird."
"No it doesn't and thank you." I blushed.
I looked up into his beautiful, green eyes and saw that he really meant it. I sighed and got back up on the counter. "It's my stepdad. He hits me and abuses me and once he even..." I trailed off.
"How often does this happen?" Billie asked, hanging on every word I was saying.
"Most days," I replied. I felt tears brew up in my eyes. I didn't want to talk about it. It was too painful to mention. I hadn't told Paige or Rachel yet, I don't know why and I feel awful lying to them, but I didn't want them thinking I was a whore or something.
"Hey look, don't cry. You need to report him to the police, but I understand if you don't want to yet, I just want you to be safe." He slipped off the counter and grabbed my hand and pulled me off too so he could give me a hug. I know I don't know him that well but he seems to care about me.
We pulled apart from the hug and he looked at me. "Come on, lets go join the others," He said, taking my hand.
"Alright, let's go."
"You guys are retarded, this movie isn't even scary!" I said to my two best friends, Paige and Rachel. It was Friday night and we were watching some old horror movie, IT I think it is called. I had seen it before so now I am sitting here watching my two friends scream like there is no tomorrow.
I decided that the movie was getting old so I put in my earphones and turned on my disk man to some good old Clash. I pulled the sleeves to my jumper down and curled up my knees so my chin was resting on them and closed my eyes. About five minutes later I opened my eyes to see why I couldn't here my friends screaming anymore when I felt cold hands slip around my throat. I screamed and jumped up to see Rachel's older brother, Tre, standing there with a smug look on his face.
"Tre you asshole, when did you get here?" I asked, still struggling for breath.
"I came home about 2 minutes ago. My sister told me that they wanted so see if I could scare you."
I turned around and gave the death look to Rachel and Paige. "I'll get you back you know," I told them, flipping them off.
Tre gave a hearty laugh and sat down on the lounge, along with Rachel and Paige, Paige sitting beside him. Paige has a big thing for Tre, but he doesn't know it yet. I think he has something for her too.
I turned around and walked into the kitchen, only to find a short (well not too short seeing as he was my height) black haired man sitting on the counter with a root beer in his hand. He looked up when he saw me enter. "Hey," He said, watching me as I got a beer from the fridge.
"Hey," I replied, turning around and facing him.
"Billie Joe." He outstretched his hand for me to shake.
"Imogen." I shook his hand and hopped up next to him on the counter. "I take it you're Tre's friend?" I asked, taking a sip from my drink.
"Yep, and I take it you're Rachel's friend."
I looked at him and gave him the "No Shit" look. "No actually I'm the dog's friend. See, I come around here and we play fetch and shit like that," I said, sarcastically.
"Really? Well I actually lied. See, I'm the fish's friend. I come around here and we play the staring game...but he always wins," He said, smiling.
"Hmmm...does that have anything to do with the reason that fish can't blink?"
"Well...now that you mention it...no, no it doesn't."
I laughed and looked down at my drink. I looked up at him again to see him staring at me.
"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"Well, I don't mean to pry, but why do you have bruises all around you neck?"
Oh shit. I completely forgot about that.
"Oh it's umm...nothing," I said as I hopped down from the counter.
"Look, I know we only just met and everything, but I want to let you know, you can always talk to me okay? Sorry if that sounds weird."
"No it doesn't and thank you." I blushed.
I looked up into his beautiful, green eyes and saw that he really meant it. I sighed and got back up on the counter. "It's my stepdad. He hits me and abuses me and once he even..." I trailed off.
"How often does this happen?" Billie asked, hanging on every word I was saying.
"Most days," I replied. I felt tears brew up in my eyes. I didn't want to talk about it. It was too painful to mention. I hadn't told Paige or Rachel yet, I don't know why and I feel awful lying to them, but I didn't want them thinking I was a whore or something.
"Hey look, don't cry. You need to report him to the police, but I understand if you don't want to yet, I just want you to be safe." He slipped off the counter and grabbed my hand and pulled me off too so he could give me a hug. I know I don't know him that well but he seems to care about me.
We pulled apart from the hug and he looked at me. "Come on, lets go join the others," He said, taking my hand.
"Alright, let's go."
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