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Bruised and scarred. Frikey. 2

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The truth is, I didn't want anyone to look at me. no one sees me, no one asks questions. Simple. I have scars and marks and bruises that I don't want people to ee. But this, this, Frank kid, he won't let down.

"And you are?" He asked.

"Way! Hood!" The teacher yelled, catching Frank's attention. He turned back to me and I shook my hair into my face and my neck before taking off my ood. It doesn't cover everything. Frank pretends not to notice. He looked at me.

"Mikey." I whispered. He smiled.

"Nice to meet you." I nodded and ket my head down. Frank turned back to the front.

Frank ended up being in a majority of my classes. I did the same thing in every class. Though, he insisted on having my phone number. So, to make him shut up. I gave it to him.

The final bell rang and I ran out of the classroom. If I'm late again he'll kill me.

I had one minute left after dodging people in the hallway. I was going to make it. Frank saw me.

"Mikey!" I stopped he came up to me. "What's up?"

"I-I can't really.." I looked at the clock. 2:30. Shit. "I really have to go." i said and rused past him and out the doors. I looked up. Brandon was in his car. I walked up to it and knocked on the window so I could get in.

"Hey hey sexy." He said reaching over and kissing me roughly. When he retracted I said hello. "Lets go baby." He said and drove of to his house. He placed a hand tightly in my thigh. Maybe he didn't notice I was late. Maybe I'm okay.
Chapter 2.. there will be more where this came from
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ZeeJustZee's avatar
O.O scary :'( poor mikey