t turning to him, moving my feet as fast as

to the stairs, halfway up them when I heard the doors slam ope

oor that brought you to the roof stairs, smiling as I shut it

ors to the bright sun as the wind whipped around me. I slid down

ously. I spent the rest of the day thumbing the book, smiling at the little notes o

his mother and the date it wa

. I guess it made me creepy to

lass. I made the mistake of looking in as I passed, my eyes catching the ocean blue of Wesley's. It was

ike. I hopped on and pulled out just as he walked ou

r was not ki

Her bottle connected with my cheek, shattering my cheekbone and cutting it open w

er abuse of me, I went u

ng a bra and panties. I thumbed the blade, squeez

ty, not as small as they shoul

more than my mom ever could. I only knew the name of my father, but I had never once tried to find him. I only knew that his name

ch simpler. I didn't bother cleaning my legs before I went to bed, the sounds of my mothers crying echoing through the halls. She still loved my father and

one. The bone had thankfully healed, but it was still tender to my touch. I shut my

ep for close to an hour before my mother staggered into my room, waking me up with her hands wrapped around

as I stopped my bike, turning it off before I swung my leg over. I heard their footsteps as I chain

ough the helmet. I breathed in deeply, reaching up as I took off my helme

est, his eyes darkening as he sta