Chapter One

My alarm clock played 'Demolition Lovers' by My Chemical Romance in my ears as I opened my eyes. My room was dark, despite the light from the morning sun that flowed into my room. My wallpaper was black and my carpet was dyed red, giving my room that nice, eerie feeling that I had fallen in love with. As I crawled out of my dark bed, thoughts of this school day coming up sent a major shiver down my spine.

I didn't have any educational problems here; I did my homework, I studied for that Science test, I bought a new notebook for History, all of that stuff. But no, the real problem that worried me…was my boyfriend. I think that he is sort of abusive. His name is Randy Orton and he is really strong and somewhat tall. Randy has short black hair and is very protective—most boys don't even bother to talk to me.

"Dameon!" my annoying mother, Tiffany, called for me. "Come down for breakfast."

"I'll be down soon, Tiffany." I called back. I despised that woman so much that I can't even bring myself to call her 'Mom'.

First, I got dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and skin tight jeans. Next, I carefully applied my Hot Topic black eyeliner, followed by sparkly gray eye shadow. Then, I put on my black and red belt and slipped on my fingerless black gloves. Finally, I laced up my gray converse shoes. Now, it was time for breakfast with my clueless father (whose wife is cheating on him), Seth, and my Valley Girl of a mother, Tiffany.

I shut my door behind me and locked it, afterwards, hiding the key inside the blue and white 12th Century Song Dynasty Sculpted Vase on the cedar end table in the hallway.

"Dameon," Tiffany whined immaturely. "I said get down here!"

"I'm coming, Tiffany! God…" I murmured as I began to make my way down the wooden steps, and I could've sworn each step creaked worse then the last.

As I headed down the stairs, Seth and Tiffany's conversation came into hearing range.

"And, oh my god, Seth, she was totally there!" Tiffany cried out in surprise. "Like, I totally didn't think that she would be, like, there!"

"Oh, that's lovely dear! Oops, I'm going to be late for work." Seth set down the newspaper. "Goodbye Tiff, bye Dameon."

"Bye, Father." I said as I sat down at the circular kitchen table.

Seth left, closing the fancy French doors behind him.

"So, like, Dameon. What's, like, with the bruises on your arms?" Tiffany asked me, again, adding more 'like's then necessary.

"They're from dodge ball." I mumbled, stuffing a spoon full of frosted flakes in my mouth.

"Like, dodge ball?" asked Tiffany, being her usual, retarded self…

"Yes. From dodge ball… I got pegged really hard…" I lied.

The bruises were really from Randy, but I couldn't tell her that. Tiffany and Seth don't even know that I have a boyfriend; an abusive one at that.

"Oh, like…whatever." Tiffany snorted.

I finished up my cereal and then ran back upstairs to brush my hair and teeth. The bus honked outside, indicating for me to come out. I opened the doors.

"Like, bye, sweetie!" Tiffany called out to me, her blonde hair gleaming with stupidity.

"Whatever." I mumbled again and headed outside.

I boarded the long, yellow bus and took my seat at the back, where Randy, unfortunately, was there waiting for me.

"Hey, baby." Randy smiled.

"Hi." I replied with such a fake smile.

The bus came to a halt at the next stop, where a new student boarded the vehicle. He looked over to me, blushing slightly, and headed down the isle, coming my way!

Randy noticed that I was glancing at the new student and took my arms, making me face him. His kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth.

"Hi, I was—oh…um, sorry about that…" the new student blushed a little harder.

"What do you want?" Randy asked rudely.

"I was just wondering something about the schedule, but—I'll figure it out…" the new student flashed Randy a nasty look.

"Look, babe, I have to go talk to Shawn, okay? I'll be right back; don't move." Randy got up from our seat and headed to the front of the bus.

I waited until Randy was far away, and then sat next to the new student. He was very cute with brown hair cut down to a military look. He was a little shorter then Randy and had deep blue eyes.

"I'm sorry about him—he's just over protective. My name is Dameon Wrath." I smiled.

"Oh, it's okay. My name is John Cena, nice to meet you." John smiled back at me.

"It's nice to meet you, too. So, what did you need help with?" I asked John politely.

"I needed to know what period I have History… It doesn't say." He handed me his schedule.

"Huh… That's odd… Oh! You have History with me! You have History 6th period… And you have 5th period lunch with me! We can walk to History together, if you'd like." I invited.

"Okay, cool." John took the schedule that I offered him back but stopped and looked at my bruised arms. "What's wrong with your arms?"

"Hey! What are you doing?" Randy grabbed my black and blue arms, making me wince in pain. "I told you to not move!"

"I was just helping John…"I whispered.

"You are so going to get it after school." Randy grit his teeth but tried to keep his voice low.

But apparently, Randy didn't keep his voice low enough, because John's eyes widened.

But it wasn't like he was going to help me…

Right?