11. Lynn
A/N: DOUBLE POST WHOOP WHOOP. CHARACTER CHAPTER!!!!!
(I really like goats)
Lynn's pov
(written by long winded, lynnt21 )
I'm different... I'm weird... I'm nothing like my friends and classmates! Why you may ask?!
Because, I love school... and... I HATE FRIDAYS!!!
Actually it's not only Friday, it's pretty much the whole weekend.
From six p.m. Friday until ten p.m. Sunday when I go to sleep knowing the torture is over and I get to go to school in the morning and escape.
The escape I mean, is from my family drama; more specifically, my stepdad's volatile temper. Mom married him when I was one.
I don't even know who my real father is and don't care to. He skipped out on her when she told him she was going to have me. Nice right? Loser!!!
That did loads for my self-esteem when my mom told me about it. She's apparently not good at choosing men considering who she ended up with.
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For as long as I can remember, I've dreaded Fridays because it meant the torture was coming.
My stepdad works out of town during the week and comes home for weekends.
He gets home Friday at six p.m. and like clockwork, that's when the yelling starts.
As the weekend goes on, it just gets progressively worse. Why...? Good question, I've asked mom a dozen times but she could never give me a decent explanation.
It seems to center around her though. You see she's religious... VERY religious and insists on taking me to church with her twice every Sunday, morning and evening.
My stepdad smokes, drinks, is a control freak and is decidedly NOT religious. Therefore he makes every day leading up to Sunday a living nightmare for the rest of us.
And as many times as I've begged her, mom won't give in and stop going to church no matter how loud and violent he gets.
Don't get me wrong, I loved church as a little kid, especially the singing part, it's just as I've gotten older and with my stepdad's temper, it's become something I dread.
I won't go into details, let's just say there's a lot of yelling, slamming of doors, a few extra holes in the walls that shouldn't be there and worst of all, bruises that my mom tries to discretely cover with make-up to hide from me, but I can tell.
It's gotten to the point that I spend the majority of the weekend in my room, with my ear buds in and the volume cranked up to drown out the madness.
It doesn't always help, so one day I started singing along to the music.
I didn't realize how loud I was singing until my stepdad clued me in by ripping the ear buds out of my ears, screaming at me and throwing my iPod against the wall smashing it into a million pieces.
It could have been worse I guess, it could've been me he threw against the wall.
Anyways, I cried for over an hour until my mom came to check on me. She apologized and was crying too with a fresh bruise on her cheek.
That's when, I guess to cheer me up, she thought she would tell me about him not being my biological father.
Thanks mom, I feel so much better now knowing I'm the unwanted child of some loser!
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Getting let out of school early on a Friday is a rare event; an unfortunate,
traumatic, gut churning, heart searing, depressing event.
So today, February 18th, when my best friend on the planet Madison reminded we were getting out early because of President's Day weekend, my stomach twisted into a nauseous ball.
Honestly, I had forgotten. Probably because I didn't want to face it, but Madison and all my classmates were ecstatic... me... I was the opposite. You see for me, it just meant more time in the war zone.
Madison noticed I was upset and asked, "Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry, ummm... wanna sleep over tonight? Get away from... you know..?" She smiled sympathetically not finishing her sentence.
I looked down and shook my head. "No... thanks though, you know how it is Mads. I have to ask in advance."
Madison gave me a hug and squeezed my hand trying to cheer me up.
"I know... how about you ask for tomorrow night? At least it'll get you one night away from the drama. You can say we have to work on our history project for Mr. Jamison together."
I chewed on my lip. "Yeah okay... maybe, I'll ask later and let you know... thanks Mads!" I gave her a bone crushing hug and we left for the bus stop.
When I got home a little after 12:30, mom was just leaving to go to the grocery store. She asked if I wanted to come but I said no.
I was hungry so I went into the pantry looking for a snack. There on the top shelf... I found just what I needed to calm my nerves... paradise!!!
~An hour later~
"Oh my Gawwwd!!! Mmmmmm.... OHMYGOD!!! Mmyummyuuuummumm... YUUMMMMM!!! This is best chocolate I've ever tasted ... EVER!" I stuffed a fifth piece of the Godiva milk Chocolate truffles I'd found in my mouth. As it slowly melted, my eyes fluttered closed and I felt my whole body drift into a calm satisfied lull.
"Mmmmmmmmmm... I have never... ever... "
{{{{SLAM}}}}
I jumped as the back door slamming hard seemed to shake the whole house. My heart was pounding with fright. Who the...
"Laura? LAURA! GET OUT HERE... NOW!!!" I cringed as my stepdad's voice shattered the brief calm I had been enjoying.
When my mom didn't answer, I heard, "WHERE ARE YOU LAURA?!"
My pulse skyrocketed as I looked at my bedside clock ~ 1:44 p.m. "Oh no... he's home early?! What's he doing home so early?! Oh GOD!!!"
Panicked tears pricked my eyes. I started breathing fast as I grabbed the half empty box of chocolates and desperately tried to make the lid fit back on.
I started to panic more as I heard his footsteps pounding angrily down the basement stairs to where my bedroom was. He'll kill me if he sees me eating, especially junk food!
When the lid wasn't cooperating, I shoved it and the box of chocolates under my bed, covered them with a sweater and scrambled to grab my Algebra book, pretending to be doing homework.
"LAURA... ARE YOU DOWN HERE?!"
The door of my bedroom burst open seconds later.
He glowered at me and snarled sarcastically. "Oh...YOU'RE home! What're you doin' here... skippin' school?!"
I gulped and stuttered. "N-No... I... w-we got out early... for P-President's Day weekend."
He huffed. "Not a good enough reason to be out of school! Idiots like you, can use all the help you can get! You can't even talk without stuttering like a moron!" He looked around my room.
"Where's your mother? I need to talk to her... right now!"
"Sh-She went to the store... to get..." He didn't let me finish as his eyes narrowed at my mouth.
"What is that mess on your face... dirt? Did you forget to shower this morning?!
DID YOU GO TO SCHOOL LIKE THAT?!"
I stood warily and looked in the mirror. My eyes widened as I saw some chocolate smeared at the corner of my mouth.
I tried to wipe it off but he grabbed my arm before I could.
He sniffed. "Is that... chocolate? Have you been eating junk food... AGAIN?! YOU CAN BARELY FIT THROUGH THE DOOR AS IT IS! UGH... YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" His paused, "Wait a second... what chocolate were you eating?!"
I couldn't answer because my throat had constricted with fear.
He grabbed my arm tighter shaking me. "Where is it? WHERE'S THE CHOCOLATE?!"
I was trembling and still couldn't answer. He grunted, pushed past me and searched my room, inevitably finding the box of chocolates under my bed.
He spun and faced me looking angrier than I've ever seen him. I gulped and shrunk away, afraid that I was going to end up with bruises like my mom.
He screamed. "DO YOU KNOW WHO THESE WERE FOR?!" I shook my head still muted with fright. He towered over me.
"NOT YOU?!! THIS IS THE BIRTHDAY GIFT I GOT FOR MY BOSS THAT I WAS GOING TO GIVE TO HIM TONIGHT?!" He growled and raised his hand. I braced for the blow but it never came.
I cowered and spluttered. "I-I... I'm s-sorry! I-I didn't know."
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THESE ARE LYNN? WELL DO YOU?!" I shook my head again as the tears threatened to overflow. "OH WAIT... NO, YOU DON'T... BECAUSE... YOU CAN'T COUNT THAT HIGH! YOU'RE SO STUPID! THESE WERE ON THE TOP SHELF OF THE PANTRY FOR A REASON... SO YOU DIDN'T GET YOUR FAT GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON THEM... BUT OOOOH NO...! YOU SNIFFED THEM OUT DIDN'T YOU! WITH THAT BIG UGLY FAT PIG NOSE OF YOURS!"
I gasped at his harsh words, covering my face and pressing my fingers into my eye sockets as I tried to stop the tears.
My lower lip started to quiver.
"YOU'RE A FAT, STUPID, CLUELESS LITTLE PIG... AND YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING... JUST LIKE YOUR USELESS MOTHER!"
I glared at him when he said that which he did not like. "PFFTTTT... ARE YOU GOING TO CHALLENGE ME ON THAT?" I backed into the corner, who was I to challenge him?
Suddenly he pulled me by my wrist roughly, out of my room and up the stairs. "YOU'RE GONNA LEARN A LONG OVERDUE LESSON MISS PIGGY!!"
Oh God!!! OH MY GOD... what's he going to do???!!!
I thought he was going to hit me but he didn't. He did something worse.
He pushed me out the back door where I fell onto the cement porch. "GET OUT THERE AND WORK IT OFF... AND DON'T COME BACK FOR AT LEAST AN HOUR... DO YOU HEAR ME?!" He said pointing a finger in my face. "THEN, YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME HOW YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THE COST OF TWO BOXES OF CHOCOLATES BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO GO BUY MORE!"
I shivered, not only from fear but from the cold. Southern California, contrary to popular belief, is not always warm. Especially in February, and the past few days have been the coldest in history for this area. Like... near freezing.
"C-C-Can I just... g-get my... j-jacket and shoes?" My teeth were starting to chatter as all I was wearing was a short sleeve shirt, leggings and slipper socks.
"NO... if you run fast enough... it'll warm you up! Now... GET LOST!" He slammed the door and I heard the deadbolt click into place.
I couldn't believe he could be so heartless and I burst into tears. At first they were tears from the encounter, but then I got angry.
How could anyone make a child run outside in this cold weather barely wearing anything?
I stumbled down the back steps, past the garage and when I was sure he probably couldn't hear me, I screamed.
"YOU BIG JERK! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST... GO AWAY... AND NEVER EVER COME BAAAACK!!!"
As I got to the end of the street, there was a huge clap of thunder and it started to rain... hard. "You've got to be KIDDING ME!!! SERIOUSLY?!" For blocks I ran, every step getting angrier.
The angrier I got...the faster I went. Faster... faster... and faster I ran... running in the blinding, freezing torrential rain.
I was angry and crying and talking to myself. "THAT'S IT! I'm so DONE! I've HAD it! I'm NEVER gonna let him bully ME or my MOM... EVER again! I'm going to get better grades and be a success... I'm gonna run till my feet bleed if I have too. I'll show him! I'm gonna be soooo skinny... there won't be a size small enough to fit me! AARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!"
The adrenalin made me speed up, I ran and ran and before I knew it... it was dusk.
Exhaustion finally hit me when I stopped at a familiar park. It was the one across the street from Madison's house.
I was a bit shocked. You see Madison lives on the opposite side of town from me, which means... I had run about thirteen miles in the rain!
I was breathing heavily, dizzy and wheezing a bit. "Oh... my God! I'm at... Balboa Park?! Wow... I....whewww..." I bent over to catch my breath. Little shooting stars started to appear in my vision so I went over to the kids playground and ducked into a little play house.
I lay on the floor till my breathing slowed and the stars went away. When I had stopped moving though, I realized how actually freezing cold I was. I hugged myself, rubbing my arms and breathing onto my cupped hands trying to warm up. My fingers and toes were numb.
The rain finally stopped twenty minutes later and it was almost completely dark outside. There were park lights that were starting to flicker on automatically luckily.
I would have to go to Madison's and call for a ride since walking home in the dark, soaking wet, when the temperature is dropping fast is probably not the best idea; especially with as far as I had gone. I closed my eyes. "Great, he's really gonna be ticked when he finds out he'll have to pick me up, as if before wasn't bad enough! He told me to be gone an hour but it's been way longer than that!" Like four I guessed!
Maybe I could sleep over at Mads' tonight, I need to vent. She's the one and only person I can talk to about this. We've known each other our whole lives and she's the only one I've dared to confide in about my stepfather.
A sleepover would be the best scenario for me, although I worried step-daddy dearest would take out my disappearance on mom.
I thought about everything. I thought about what my life could've been like if my real dad had wanted me and married my mom.
Maybe he was a really nice guy that was just young and scared of being a dad.
Maybe if my mom had waited, she would've found someone nicer, or maybe she just should've given me up for adoption.
Well, whatever, it's too late now. I just wish she would become brave enough to leave and get a divorce.
Unfortunately, she doesn't have a job right now and is totally dependent on him for support, so... we're stuck!
I closed my eyes as the tears crept into my ducts again, aching for release. In frustration I pounded my head repeatedly against the plastic floor of the little playhouse. I thought that would help, it didn't. "Why... why...WHY is he so MEAN?!"
My thoughts were interrupted by yelling. I cringed again, immediately having a flashback from earlier. "NO, YOU CAN'T HAVE A PIECE OF CHOCOLATE TILL AFTER DINNER KELSEY... AND I'M NOT GIVING YOU A PIGGYBACK RIDE EITHER!" I peeked out the doorway of the little house I was in.
There was a teenage boy yelling at a little girl. I assumed they were brother and sister. "COME ON... WE'RE LATE! NOW RUN... BEFORE IT STARTS RAINING AGAIN!"
The little girl started to cry as he walked away from her, she must've only been around five and he was at least fourteen. She begged, "B-But I'm soooo c-cold and tired Derek... pwease?!"
My heart ached for her. I chewed on my lower lip and thought. 'Carry her you jerk... she's just a little kid!'
He walked back and got in her face. "NO I SAID! YOU NEED TO RUN STUPID... YOU'RE GETTING TOO FAT!" He poked her in the stomach making her lose her balance and fall into a puddle. She started bawling.
I saw red.
I gritted my teeth, climbed out of the little playhouse and ran over to them. Lifting her out of the puddle, I gave her a big hug, smiled sweetly at the little girl and said, "Hi beautiful, guess what?"
She looked at me with the biggest saddest blue eyes I've ever seen. "Wh-What?"
I grinned. "There's a wonderful little playhouse over there, why don't you go check it out while I ask your... is he your brother?" She nodded. "I need to ask your brother a question. Okay?"
She looked tentatively at the boy who huffed and rolled his eyes. He looked like he was about to say something when I said, "You don't mind... RIGHT... Derek?" I shot him a death glare and he swallowed.
"Sure Kels! Unh... go play for a minute I guess."
Kelsey ran off and I waved at her cheerfully as she went.
When she entered the playhouse I spun to face the boy and hissed. "How DARE you talk to her like that?! She's just a little kid for cryin' out loud!"
He snorted. "I'll talk to her anyway I want... she's irrita..."
I squinted and took a step closer. I was a lot shorter than him and he was muscular but I didn't care at this point because I was beyond mad. I stretched up to my full height. "SO... think you're a big man talking to that innocent, darling, precious little girl like that?! YOUR OWN SISTER?!"
He grunted looking down me. "She's an annoying little pest that drives me insane! She's chubby and whiney and always gets everything she wants!"
My jaw was clenching and unclenching the more he talked. All the years of verbal abuse I had gone through reverberating through my mind as he spoke.
I narrowed my eyes breathing erratically. I was fuming but I kept my tone low so Kelsey didn't hear me,
"And you think... treating her like you are... is going to change anything?! Well I can tell you... IT WON'T! All you're going to do is destroy her self-esteem, causing her to be shy, introverted and probably eventually hating herself, leading to over eating and not trusting anyone!"
"Whatever... geez... who the heck are you to tell me what not to do... the local playground shrink?! Mind your own stupid business... you've got no room to talk anyway fatty!" He started to walk around me to go get his sister.
I was scared because he was bigger than me, but I was angrier at his attitude.
I just couldn't stand to let him get away with bullying his little sister.
I grew up with the ridicule and belittling and no one else should have to if I can help it!
I swallowed... took a deep breath... stepped in front of him and stopped him.
He got really angry; spit shooting out of his mouth. "Get out of my way you nosy fat know it all... or else!"
I growled. "Or else... WHAT?!"
With that he shoved me and I fell sideways scrapping my knees on the concrete pathway. "There... that'll teach ya to stick your nose in other people's business!"
Then I heard a voice I recognized. "Lynn...? OH MY GOD... LYNN IS THAT YOU?!" I turned to see Madison running over to me.
She seemed scared and worried as she looked from me to Derek and back. "Wh-Who... what's going on? Are you alright?!"
I didn't answer her but looked back up to see Derek laughing at me. I jumped up and faced him again, staring at him with loathing.
Keeping eye contact with Derek, I said to Madison, "Mads... his little sister is over in that playhouse there. Please go check on her and make sure she's alright. And... keep her occupied for a few more minutes will ya. I have some manners to teach!"
I heard an audible gulp. Madison hesitated. "A-Are you sure you..." My eyes bore into Derek's. "Oh yeah... I'm VERY sure!"
After Madison left, Derek chuckled with bravado. "Ooohhhh ho hoooo... you want more huh?! Okay honey... my pleasure!" He cracked his knuckles and took a step towards me. This is either going to end really well... or reeeeeeaallly badly!
I laughed cynically. "NOT TODAY YOU JERK AND NEVER AGAIN!"
Before I even realized I had done it, all my fingers had curled into fists and my fists tightened till I'm sure my knuckles must've been white.
All the fear and anger I felt towards my stepfather over the years and the disgust I felt for Derek surged and I channeled it into a double punch.
The first was to the stomach which caused him to double over; the second was to his nose and it knocked Derek off his feet and flat onto his back.
I shook my hands that were now throbbing. "AWWOOWWW... shoot that HURT!"
Derek was rolling on the ground, groaning and holding his nose that was bleeding a lot.
I grabbed him by the jacket and made him look at me.
I mustered up the courage somehow and started my lecture. "Listen here you arrogant, inconsiderate, unfeeling jerk! Being a bully is SO not cool, no matter what you think or your stupid friends tell you. Especially to your own sister! It's a powerful feeling to have control over someone smaller or weaker than you and it kills me that I sound like a bully right now when I say this... but aggression seems to be the only thing you respond to, so here goes! If you keep this up buddy, the only thing you're going to do is ruin your little sister's life! Now, this is what's going to happen so PAY ATTENTION... are ya listening... or do I need to write it down for ya?!" he gulped and nodded.
I don't know if it was the adrenalin, anger or extreme cold that was making my voice shaky.
I felt on the verge of a major breakdown but I had to get it out.
"You're going to go over there... and apologize to Kelsey... and tell her you'll NEVER do it again; and you're going to MEAN IT! You're going to play with her every day... and give her piggyback rides whenever she wants one... and not whine about it like a spoiled little brat!"
I took a breath as the tears blinded me because what I was about to say, was what I needed to hear right now.
"You're also going to tell her... every single day... that she's beautiful... and smart... and that you'll love her... and protect her... for the rest of her life!" I swiped desperately at the brimming tears.
I gasped out the last bit. "I know... you'll do it... because I'm gonna be watching you Derek! I have friends in this neighborhood mister... and if I EVER... hear a peep... about you treating her other than the beautiful, sweet, darling little ladybug princess she is... I will pay you a visit... and I promise you... it will NOT be pretty! GOT IT?!!!"
His mouth was gaping open throughout my rant, then he closed his eyes looking defeated and whispered. "...yeah... I got it."
By now the adrenalin had completely worn off and I was feeling like I was about to pass out.
I let Derek up and he wiped the blood off on his sleeve so he didn't scare Kelsey.
He looked at me strangely then walked away with his head down. I started shaking.
A minute later I watched as he knelt down and pulled his baby sister into a tight hug.
I could hear him say the words and it made me choke up. "Hey my beautiful ladybug princess... I... ummm..." he glanced at me briefly and then licked his lips. "Kels... I... I'm so sorry! I haven't been very nice to you and I really am sorry." He sounded weird as he scooped her up. "...and you know what... that girl over there... she unh... she helped me see what a big meanie I've been. So... what's say I give you that piggyback ride home okay?"
Kelsey squealed with glee and hugged him tightly as he spun her around. "Thank you Derek... I wuv you! You're the bestest big brover ever!"
He blushed. "I... I love you too ladybug!" Then he maneuvered her onto his back and walked towards me bouncing her up and down making her giggle happily.
When he got to me his whole facial expression had changed to a curious kind of sideways look. He paused and said, "You're... pretty brave for your age you know, to stand up to me like that!" he paused again looking very sincere and said quietly. "Don't let your bully... whoever they are... take that away now that you've got it, because you're stronger than you know. I...umm... anyway ... thanks." He walked away quickly.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until Madison shook me. "Lynn... look at me! Are you alright?" When I did... I burst into tears and fell into her arms.
The exhaustion from my half marathon run and the adrenalin let down from the confrontation with Derek made me lose all strength in my legs and I collapsed.
I was gasping for air. Mads held me and pushed my wet hair out of my face. She looked very worried. "Oh my God Lynn... what happened to you?! Where have you been?! Your mom is going ballistic! We've been searching for you for hours! She's about to call the cops!"
My teeth were clanging together like a set of castanets. I was so cold and wet, my body was shaking uncontrollably.
"I-I... went... f-for... a run."
Mads balked and squeaked. "In THIS weather... are you crazy girl?! Plus it's dark and... wait... you went for a run... from... where?"
I swallowed with discomfort, my throat was getting sore. "F-From... h-home... I..."
Her eyebrows shot up and she yelped. "HOME?! YOU RAN HERE... ALL THE WAY FROM YOUR PLACE?! WHAT THE HECK LYNN?! ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE?!!! YOU... you..." she took off her glove and felt my face. "Oh crap, you're absolutely FREEZING... and your lips are starting to turn blue!" She pulled me up and gave me her coat. "Come on, we have to get you inside before you catch a cold! We can watch some funny YouTube videos I found of this really cute British/Irish boy band while you warm up by the fireplace."
"G-G-Good, I... c-could use... the distraction." And a British/Irish boy band sounds like it would be the perfect one!
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Mads was close. I didn't catch a cold though... I came down with double pneumonia.
It was so bad I was in the hospital for a month on three different antibiotics.
There was a little bit of damage to my left lung causing me to have chronic asthma but it's well controlled with an inhaler now.
The only time it flares up is when I get sick, spend long periods of time in really cold wet weather or are around people who smoke.
Luckily there were two good things to come out of it though. First, Derek found out I was in the hospital and came to visit me every other day or so.
We became friends and he's been like a big brother to me ever since. He's been amazing with Kelsey too and thanks me every time I see him for helping him to see the error of his ways.
Second part is that my stepdad left us. He said he was sick of dealing with my mom and I so he just left one day. Which I definitely had no problem with.
My mom and him didn't get a divorce but I was happy while it lasted...
Unfortunately with the good, there's the bad. At first, I wasn't coping well mentally.
I had to wear layers and layers of clothes whenever I went outside, even when it started getting warm.
I would have nightmares about being locked out in the rain, not being able to breath and icicles growing out of my nose (I know ... weird).
Anytime I would hear someone yelling or heard a door slam, I would have panic attacks to the point of sweating, shaking and curling up into a ball. My mom luckily got me help right away.
The shrink called it PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), which I thought only happened to soldiers but he said it happens anytime there is a trauma like I've grown up with.
By springtime and with a lot of therapy, most of the nightmares and panic attacks subsided thankfully.
Also that spring, Derek, who it turns out was actually fifteen when we had our little confrontation, became the captain of his high school soccer team.
To get my mind off of things he taught me how to play soccer.
One day as we were running down the field he couldn't keep up with me.
The track coach noticed and came over to talk with me. He said I was a natural runner and strongly suggested that I try out for track.
So, two weeks later, with the doctor's approval, I did, making it into the top three picks. In the years since, I just got better and faster.
With my mom, Madison and Derek's help, I've become a whole new person since then.
I went on a health kick, stopped eating junk food and began exercising. Now, instead of eating to cover up my emotions, I get them out by writing poetry and lyrics.
Weekends had become my favorite days of the week. Mads and I would stay up to all hours of the night just singing, laughing, having a blast and falling in love.
Not with each other (hahaha) but with the boy band from the YouTube videos... One Direction.
Madison had researched and downloaded the whole season of U.K. X-factor that they had been on.
We watched everything dozens of times, including all the video diaries and they're first music video that was filmed in Malibu.
I can honestly say I have never seen more gorgeous blue eyes than those of Louis William Tomlinson.
Not only is he talented, drop dead gorgeous, with the best hair, eyes and smile on the planet, but he's funny too!
Of course, Mads would argue that Harry Styles has the best hair, but well... okay they both have the best hair! Hahaha...
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That fall, my grades soared and I became a lot more confident. One of the biggest things I've done though is make it my mission to stop bullying.
I had vowed to myself to never let anyone bully me or anyone I know ever again!
Derek helped me start an anti-bullying campaign in all the local schools and anytime I come across anyone getting bullied or mistreated, I don't hesitate to step in and kick some serious butt, it's unn... kinda what I've become known for. Someone has to step up for the innocent right?!
One of those innocents was Emmy. When she moved here from Scotland and Ifound out she had gotten into the sights of Austin Reed, I knew there was going to be an issue. Mads and I tried to warn her but she wanted to give him a chance.
Austin has a radar when it comes to new girls. He's zeros in on them like a heat seeking missile.
I didn't realize though how soon I would have to step in. I couldn't believe how aggressive Austin got with her on the very first day.
Usually it takes a week or so for him to show his true colors but not with Emmy.
Probably because she said 'No'. Austin doesn't like the word 'No'. He only understands pain.
So when I saw him grabbing her arm and then smacking her head into the wall, it made me see red again, just like that night in the park with Derek except worse, because this was actually violent and she was my new friend.
Austin learned a well-deserved lesson
that day and hasn't bothered Emmy ever since that I know of.
I would hope that she would tell me if he did.
Eventually my stepdad did return but he was only home on Mondays and Saturdays so it wasn't all that bad. He was still a jerk but at least I only had to deal with it two times a week and I always spent Saturday nights at Madison's.
The three of us became like the three musketeers.
Emmy loving One Direction too was a bonus, thank God she likes Niall and not Louis or Harry though, that might've been a problem (not really, lol). She fit in perfectly, as did Nicole when we meet her a few months later. And... as it turns out, we all met on a Friday.
So, I no longer hate Fridays because it's when I found my two new best friends that I can't even imagine living without.
We all have become an inseparable quartet.
A/N: Au revoir 2k15 et salut 2k16!!!
(Haha hope I said that right)