Hey guys, I want to introduce you to my new story 'Never Let me Go'. After my first story 'The Billionaire & His Assistant' did so well, I decided to write a new story and I hope you guys like this one too.
Some warnings: this story is going to be different from any other fan fictions you've probably read as it would feature a lot of mature content and mental disorders that might upset or cause harm to the reader. If you're under 14, I advice not to read as some chapters might be a little tense and overwhelming, but if you think you can handle it then go ahead. This story is also going to be filled with some very sad/emotional content and It is also going to include LOTS of drama.
Disclaimer: the entire story would be in Ally's POV as she is the main protagonist.
I remember it all like it was just yesterday. The memories that I never expected to make and the people that I never expected to meet... It all went away so quickly. Seven years can feel like a long time to most people, but to me it felt like an eternity, like each passing year dreaded its time to come by. There wasn't a day that went past where I wouldn't think of all the things that happened seven years ago, but as each day passes, I would begin to forget the significant things, but I would never forget that particular day, no matter how much I desperately wanted to and no matter how much I forced myself too. I would never forget the day I lost him forever, the day that I let him go.
~Seven years ago: January 7th, 2011.
I gazed out the window at people walking by in the streets of Miami, Florida as my mother drove me to my new school. Just last week we had moved from our home in Washington, because of my Father's new business job in Miami, and it meant that I had to leave back everything, including all of my friends. It was a drastic move that shook our small family of three for a while, well it wasn't like we barely got along in the first place.
After a while, we pulled up in front of the school and I sighed before peering out the window to see different types of kids spread out everywhere. Some where surrounded by many different people and some stood alone. It was pretty obvious to realize and notice the roles they fit in. Back in Washington, I wasn't known as the popular kid or the kid who was outcast by everybody, I was somewhere in the middle. Some people liked me and some didn't, but it didn't affect who I was as a person as I had my close group of friends who meant everything to me, and it sucked knowing that I might never see them again. Starting a new school five months into my senior year wasn't the hardest part for me, the hardest part was being far away from my friends.
I shifted my eyes away from the window before turning to look at my mother, who blew on her cigarette whilst turning of the engine of the car. She turned to catch my gaze and sighed before speaking up. "I know its difficult but I hope you settle and make a lot of friends" she smiled before adjusting her sunglasses and going to ruffle my hair. I rolled my eyes and sighed as she began her usual child talk she frequently had with me. Four years ago after my mom had given birth to a baby girl, she had unfortunately died a month later, which had resulted her to often treat me as she would've loved to treat her in her early years. "I want us to be happy here Ally, moving to Miami could be the fresh start we've always needed, especially for me and your Father, so-
"I understand mom, you and Lester need to work on your marriage" I said, quickly cutting her off her sentence.
She nodded her head and adjusted her sunglasses again before turning her attention to the road. I furrowed my eyebrows and gaped up at her as she stared of into the distance in deep thought about something. "Can you take of your sunglasses?" I asked reaching my hand up to her face, but before I could go near it, she quickly smacked my hand away before taking a deep breath. "Mom... is everything okay?... please take of your sunglasses" I pleaded once more. This time she stayed quiet long enough for me to lose my patience. "Could you stop it and just take of your fucking sunglasses!" I snapped causing some people walking past to glance over at the car. She stayed silent again for several seconds before taking of her sunglasses to expose her black eye and bruises all around her eye.
I stared bitterly as she gazed forward avoiding my gaze before frustratingly running my fingers through my hair and down my face. "How do you expect that bastard to take you seriously in that marriage if you keep letting him fucking do this to you" I groaned trying to contain my anger. It wasn't the first time that I had seen my mother with such a bad bruise and it wasn't the worse either. My Mother loved my Father very much and saw the abuse as nothing but her failed life to be a good wife and a mother. She let out a deep breath and rapidly put her sunglasses back on before speaking up. "What did I say about fucking swearing in front of m!" she scolded before placing her hand on her forehead. "Ally you're only 17, you're only a child, you couldn't possibly know a thing about marriage, and besides you know your Father and you know how angry he gets sometimes" she justified simply. I wasn't shocked that she defended him yet again, it had become a cycle in our family that nothing truly shocked me anymore, not even the constant abuse and the harm that my Father caused my Mother frequently.
I stared at her in disbelief for a brief moment before pushing the door open and stepping out of it. I waited for her to drive off a couple seconds later before swinging my backpack over my shoulder and turning to look around. I brought out my sunglasses from my pocket and was about to put it on to block out the blinding sun, but stopped as I heard a motorcycle quickly drove past me, which had caused my skirt to fly up a little. Hearing a couple laughter from the distance, I groaned under my breath and pulled down my skirt before turning my head around to see the person in charge of the motorcycle pulling up near the school parking lot. As he climbed of it and took of his helmet, I found my eyes suddenly glued to him for some strange and odd reason. He was fairly tall, and had messy blonde hair, which he quickly covered with his black hoodie. I watched from afar as he slowly lit a cigarette and I couldn't help but notice the majority of the kids staring and laughing at him, but he didn't seem to take much notice of it.
I would never forget how tired and weary his eyes were. His eyes were so vacant and held no life. With his gaping, empty eye-holes, you could notice a seemingly endless tunnel, reflecting neither light not emotion. And yet, when I looked straight into his eyes, I somehow felt being pulled by an unknown force... seeing a sad, pleading soul on the wall behind it. He was so mesmerizing, so difficult to look away from.
After a long while, I realized that I had been standing watching him without caution and I quickly shook my head before shifting my head away for a couple seconds to take a deep breath. Moments later, I turned my head back to look at him only to notice that he was now gone. Without making it seem to obvious, I cleared my throat before proceeding to walk towards the school, making sure to take my time along the way.
As I stepped inside the school, I looked around at all the noisy teenagers clustered in the hallway. Some were rushing to get to class, whilst some were by their lockers talking to their friends. This was going to be difficult, I thought to myself as I continued looking around. The hallway seemed to go forever, the shiny green tile floor loomed in front of me. The whispers of people closed in around me as I walked past them, bounding over the closed wooden doors of other classes and stark off white cements. I ignored all the stares as I was getting before looking down at my table to see that I had English class first. I looked around and sighed trying to find where that was exactly, till I spotted a tall and lanky boy being pushed around by a couple of other students, which looked to be jocks in the corner of my eyes. He had ginger hair and wore a spotted shirt with yellow overalls. I watched as people in the hallway began to gather around and laugh in his humiliation as they knocked the books out of his hands and embarrassed him by calling him names such as "Freak" and "Mentally retarded". There were so many harsh and ruthless words being thrown at him but those were the two I could really remember as they uttered it frequently to his dismay.
Minutes later, the traumatic bullying had stopped and people had began to scatter like flees in a hurry to get to their classes. I looked back at the boy as he knelt on the floor to pick up all his books and I quickly walked over to help him. At first, he looked shocked at my sudden action, almost as if he had never had somebody helped him like this before, but after a while, he shot me a smile to thank me. His sweet smile would've made anyone think that he wasn't just humiliated in front of a large crowd of students minutes ago.
"I've never seen you around before, are you new?" he asked picking up the last of the books, before helping me of the ground. "And I'm Dez, thanks for the help" he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. His positivity and sudden outburst of friendliness seemed extremely questionable.
"Yes, I just transferred here from Washington" I explained shaking his hand. "I'm Ally, nice to meet you".
He was about to speak up again, but was quickly stopped by a voice coming from behind him. "Dez, where were you? did those fucking assholes bully you again?!" I heard someone snap and I quickly peered over to see a small Latina girl with big curly black hair tug on his arm. She examined his face, almost as if she was checking if there were any bruises before turning her attention to me.
"Trish this is Ally, she just transferred here and she helped pick up all my books" he introduced smiling widely at him. I held my hand out for her to shake, but instead of shaking it back she eyed me up and down in an almost sickening way before quickly shifting her eyes away from me. "Lets go, Dez" she uttered in a low tone before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away from me. I watched in confusion as they hurried down the hallway before rolling my eyes away and turning to look around the empty hallway.
After minutes of walking around the school, I had finally found my way to my English classroom. I looked down at my timetable to check that I had gotten the right class, before knocking twice and pushing the door open. As I stepped inside the classroom, all eyes immediately went on me, making me slightly nervous. I wasn't usually a nervous person, but being in a new school filled with many different personalities certainly had its turn-offs. I slowly shut the door behind me before looking over at the teacher who shot me a welcoming smile, signalling for me to walk further in. English was certainly my favorite subject, as I had a dream to become an author in the near future.
"Hello, I assume that you are Ally Dawson, the new student?" she asked looking down at her clipboard and I stuffed my hand in my denim pockets before nodding my head. "Great, I'm Mrs Nakamura and I'll be your English teacher for the rest of the semester, please have a seat" she smiled before pointing to an empty chair near the front. I nodded my head at her once more before turning around to walk to my seat. I could hear snickering coming from people in the classroom, but of course I chose to ignore it, as those type of things weren't really something that I paid attention to. I looked over to see Dez, the boy from the hallway smiling directly at me and I smiled back, noticing that Trish wasn't with him, or in the class for that matter. My eyes briefly scanned through the class, until it landed at a familiar boy who sat at the back of the class gazing out the window, and I quickly remembered that it was the boy from earlier on in the parking lot.
Oblivious to what was going on, he continued staring out the window, almost as if he was frozen in deep thought about something. He was staring without seeing. There was no emotion behind his eyes what so ever, but you could tell they had seen terrible things. You could almost see the scars of the horrors etched into his eyes.
An hour had slowly gone past and it was almost the end of the lesson.
"Ladies and gentlemen before you leave, I've assigned a project for you all to complete for me in the following weeks" Mrs Nakamura announced causing the whole class to groan loudly. She quickly brushed them away as she began to list the pairs of her clipboard.
"Austin..." she smiled looking back at the boy sited in the back. I wasn't sure exactly why I was happy to find out his name. "Austin, I would like you to work with Brooke for this assigned project, is that okay?" she asked, which puzzled me a little as she spoke to him with a little fear hinted in her voice, almost as if he was in charge and not her. Just who was this guy? I thought to myself as I turned around to face him. He slowly shifted his eyes from the window before leaning back in his chair, almost as if he didn't hear a word that was said. Moments later, as he picked up his backpack from the floor and got up in his seat, the whole class had remained silent, almost as if they were too scared to utter a word. He pulled his hoodie over his head, just like he did at the parking lot, before swinging his backpack over his shoulder and strolling towards the door with a blank and emotionless expression, whilst also ignoring Mrs Nakamura calling his name over and over.
As he slammed the door shut, she quickly flinched before sighing to herself and going back to tend to the class. I narrowed my eyes back over to the door before looking ahead, trying to understand what had just happened.
"Mrs Nakamura, I can't believe you would like pair me up with him, he's a total psycho, why does he still go here?" Brooke; who I assumed to be the typical preppy popular girl of the School, spoke before flicking her brunette hair back, causing the whole class to erupt into laughter.
Mrs Nakamura sighed to herself and looked back at the door, before turning her head to look over at me. "Ally, how would you like to be paired with Dez?" she asked grinning at the both of us. "Dez, since Ally's new here, I'm trusting you to show her around till she feels comfortable and knows her way around" she smiled before handing us both a sheet of paper with the topic of the project listed on it. I read through the paper and threw it back on the desk un-enthusiastically, before glancing over at Dez who flashed a huge smile. Was he always this happy? I thought to myself, before deciding to smile back, even though I wasn't particular up for spending time with anyone.
"You wanna come over to my house after school so we can get started on the project?" he asked in a hopeful tone. "I like to get started early... usually its by myself since my partner always leaves all the work to me because they're too embarrassed to be seen with me but I just thought that... never mind" he muttered the last bit quietly before lowering his head slightly.
I looked at him a little worriedly before sighing quietly to myself. I barely knew this guy, but he certainly had a weird way of persuading me. "Uhm sure... I don't mind getting started early" I smiled causing him to quickly lift his head back up in excitement.
~Hours later.
Dez and I walked over to his front porch as I listened to him speak. He was certainly strange no doubt about that, but he was nice to have around in an odd way. He had only known me for several hours and yet he felt comfortable with me to share some secrets he had only ever kept secret to himself. Even though he was bullied earlier on in front of everybody, he still managed to remain cheerful and happy, which made it seem like it was all too good to be true, but seeing as I had only known the guy for several hours, I didn't know what to expect.
He brought out his keys to open the door before stepping inside, and I stuffed my hands inside my pockets before following after him. It was a nice home, very traditional and nothing to fancy.
"Mom, I'm home" Dez called loudly before walking into the kitchen to see his mom washing up the dishes. She turned to look at him, and as she saw me she hung her mouth low in complete shock. Without any hesitation, she quickly dried her hands and hurried over to us with eagerness. As Dez introduced the both of us, I could see the gleam light begin to sparkle and shine in her eyes. She shook my hand and hugged me tightly, like she was pleased to see me. I had thought it was all too much, but it didn't take long to realize that she was thrilled her son had made a new friend.
"Its nice to meet you Ally, I didn't think Dez would ever make any other friends besides Trish" she chuckled placing a big kiss on his cheek before pulling up the chairs for us to seat on the dining table, and I couldn't help but gaze over at all of his family pictures of his mom, dad and little sister.
The conversation had somehow flowed smoothly after that. It was refreshing, I couldn't really remember the last time I had laughed so hard and it was all thanks to people who I didn't even know existed until today.
Half an hour later, we heard a knock on the door and Dez's mom had quickly rushed over to open it. Within a couple seconds later, Trish came barging through the kitchen with an almost annoyed expression as Dez's mom slowly followed from behind. Her expression grew even more angrier as she spotted me, but I couldn't be more less bothered as I was with her earlier on. "Dez, you were supposed to wait by my car after school, and what is she doing here?" she questioned placing her hand on her hips. I rolled my eyes and quickly got up from the seat not wanting to be in any drama. "Dez, we'll continue the project tomorrow, I don't have the time for this right now" I sighed picking up my bag from the floor.
"You know I don't know who you think you are, but just because you're new around here doesn't mean we should trust you!" Trish snapped whilst crossing her arms. "I don't like you, and I'm probably never going to either so just stay away. You don't know what people like us have to go threw, so don't pity us anyhow, it fucking makes me sick!" she spoke raising her voice at each word. I glanced over at Dez who hung his head low whilst beginning to shake rapidly before firing back at her.
"You know nothing about me!" I snapped peering down at her. "I'm not sure who I remind you of Trish but just drop the bullshit because everything you're saying right now, makes absolutely no sense!" I hissed and with that we began arguing and throwing insults at one another, with Dez's mom trying to break us up and calm us down by the second.
"Stop it... stop it!" we heard Dez yell, which had caused us to quickly stop. In a swift motion, I spun my head around to see him begin to start hitting his forehead with his hand continuously. I froze glued to the ground un-willingly as Trish and his mom quickly rushed over to him to try and calm him down.
I watched with pure adrenaline coursing through my veins as he forcefully shoved the both of them away before proceeding to aggressively bang his head down on the table whilst grieving in frustration. He had turned as red as a tomato and his anger radiated from him like a light bulb. The happy and cheerful person that I knew only a couple minutes ago was no longer there. It was as if I was witnessing something I wasn't supposed to, something that nobody only the people close to him were supposed to. I glanced over at his mom who had began to shake rapidly in the corner as Trish held onto Dez's waist from behind and pleaded for him to stop, but instead of listening, he pushed her away yet again and went back to causing more self-harm on himself. I had never witnessed something shocking like that, and all I could do was stand in shock as I watched it all.
The tantrum had gone on for what seemed like forever. I remember everything in the kitchen had been torn apart afterwards; the chairs were dismantled, the glass plates and cups were broken and laid on the floor and in the far left on the kitchen on the wooden floor was a small puddle of blood from where Dez had punched the wall, causing his knuckles to heavily bleed. The silence that came after that was deadly. Dez's mom had covered her face in shame, and Trish knelt down besides a wounded Dez, who had slowly calmed down to cry on her shoulders. The atmosphere had instantly became dark and misty, which was odd as it was bright and sunny outside. Trish had let out a frustrated and exhausted sigh before turning to glance over at me, almost as if she was telling me that this was why she wanted to keep me away. I gazed back at her a little uneasy before slowly shifting my eyes down to Dez. I didn't know what to do or say, so instead I just stood and watched as silence heavily took over the room, drowning out the remains of the outside noise.
A while later, I was sited outside Dez's porch whilst watching the sun go down.
After what had happened earlier, I knew I needed to get some time to myself. I had only been in Miami for a week, I had only known Dez and Trish for several hours, and yet I felt like I was already a burden. Back when I was in Washington I never really liked to involve myself in people's problems, I always saw it as trouble or a big hindrance that they could heavily fix for themselves if they tried hard enough. You might say that I had no heart or no compassion towards other people, but how could I when I was brought up with a heavy and sickening mindset that even myself hated to have. I couldn't escape it, but I knew not to blame my Parents, even though they were the main course of all of my hidden insecurities and self-loathe.
Moments later, I heard small footsteps scuffing through the dry concrete and I slowly look up to see Trish. Her eyes were red and she looked like she had been crying a whole lot inside. She peered down at me for a couple seconds before taking a seat beside me. We sat in silence for a while with neither of us refusing to even utter a word. The air stood still, and all we could hear was the sound of the warm breeze and cars driving by.
"I thought you would've gone home" she muttered, breaking the heavy silence between us and causing the thickness in the air to quickly vanish. She lowered her head to glance down at the blood stains Dez had left on her blue jeans before breathing out a heavy sigh. "I'm guessing iyou wanna know what all that was about?... Dez suffers from Intermittent explosive disorder, he's had it ever since he was little. It rarely happened before but now... ever since his dad has been pressuring him and whenever he gets bullied at school, it happens more frequently" she explained choking up on her words. "I'm all he has, ever since kindergarten he's been bullied for being the weird kid and I've always been there to look after him, if I stop being there for him I'm scared that something bad might really happen... I'm the only friend he has, he never talks to anybody so why did he invite the new girl over to his house huh? so he could get hurt again?" she exclaimed with tears rapidly streaming down her cheeks as I watched on.
"I've known Dez for 14 years and I always do my best to make sure that he doesn't fucking end up killing himself one day, I always do my best to make sure that he ends up happy. If anyone from school finds out that he has a disorder he'll get more bullied, and I can't have that" she sniffed, before raising a brow at me.
"Look I'm the new girl, who am I gonna tell" I scoffed before turning to look ahead at the cars passing by.
We sat in silence again for a brief while with her words running through my head. Of course it was seemingly hard for Dez, seeing as he suffered from a serious disorder, but it was also hard for Trish too as she had witnessed all of his destructive tantrums for 14 years of both their lives. "Do you have a smoke?" she asked, wiping away the last of the tear stains from her cheeks. I reached into my bag and pulled out a cigarette pack and lighter before watching her slowly light it and engulf in the heaviness of the smoke. I placed my hand on top her shoulders to stop her from crying again as I knew how much she was holding it in, and even though she didn't say anything, I knew that she deeply appreciated it.
Even though it had only been a day, and there was no time to tell, I knew that I had made a friend in the both of them despite everything that happened.
It was 8 pm night and I walked around town looking for a job, but luck wasn't on my side as nobody seemed to be hiring, I had truly been having the worst luck ever since we moved to Miami.
I sat down on a nearby bench before diving into my bag and bringing out my book that I had written many short stories and descriptions of things that I found fascinating. Nobody knew that I wanted to be an author, not even my parents and my two friends back in Miami.
I gaped up at the starry night's sky trying to find some inspiration to write down. A low, waning gibbous moon hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament, bestowing a very dim light upon the land. It was a cool, windy night; the swaying of trees and rustling of leaves could be heard but not seen, as the encompassing darkness had blotted out all but the faintest light. Briefly, a dark, wispy cloud eclipsed the crescent moon. For a few shadowy moments, it looked like there was a halo around the cloud, a dull aura of lunar luminescence. It was the type of night that made you want to stay out till morning. As I shut my eyes and engulfed in the scent of the warm and breezy air, it was the first time that I had ever truly felt at peace, not just the first time since I moved to Miami, but also the first time in a long time.
I was completely lost in my thoughts, that the sound of my phone ringing in my pocket had overthrowed me. I dived into my pockets and brought out my phone to see that it was my mom calling. I stared down at the Caller Id for a couple seconds before declining the call and stuffing the phone back inside my pockets.
I heard my belly rumble and I groaned quietly before stuffing my book inside my bag and getting up from the bench. I swung my backpack over my shoulders before pulling my skirt down and strolling across the street to the supermarket across the street. As I stepped inside, I zipped up my denim jacket before walking over to the food section to grab a bag of chips and a soda. After that, I had taken my time walking back to the counter, which was very much needed because when I got there, there he was again.
I froze glued to the ground as I watched him place a carton of milk and some cigarettes on the counter. I had seen him in three different places that day; the school parking lot, the English classroom and the supermarket, and the only thing I knew about him was his name. I began to think back to what people had said about him being a complete psycho and I couldn't help but think what they meant by that. I couldn't help but notice the same blank and emotionless expression on his face as he brought out his wallet. I couldn't imagine him ever forming so much of a smile on his face, because it was so filled with pure misery and anger. After a short while, he caught my gaze and slowly turn his head to look over at me and I found myself slowly taking a step back, due to the intensity and seriousness in his eyes. He looked at me for a couple seconds before slowly shifting his eyes away. It was almost as if he had grew more annoyed due to the fact that I was standing watching him, but somehow just like this morning, I couldn't seem to take my eyes of him.
"You're a dollar short man" the cashier spoke sliding the cigarettes back towards Austin. He looked back inside his pockets before shutting it instantly, and I could tell that he had no money left.
I wasn't sure what had came over me, but without thinking, I quickly brought out a dollar from my pocket before placing it on the counter. "I have a dollar you can borrow, you don't have to pay me back" I said as the cashier proceeded to pack the milk and cigarettes in the bag for him. I had thought that he was at least going to thank me for the gesture, but before I knew it, he grabbed the dollar of the counter and threw it back at me before turning around to walk out the supermarket. I watched surprisingly as he quickly got on his motorcycle and drove off before looking down at the dollar that had floated down to the ground. I bent down to pick up the dollar before looking back outside to where his motorcycle was parked seconds ago.
It was the beginning of everything that was to come later on, but I wonder what would've happened if we had gotten of to a great start, I wonder if things would've been different, I wonder if we wouldn't have ended up with the fate that has haunted me for the past seven years.
This is a start to a story that I hope to take all the way to end, and would really love to do it with your support so if you enjoyed the chapter and would like me to continue on with the story, don't forget to review and let me know what you thought of it.
Also if y'all are wondering how old the characters introduced so far here it is:
-Ally: age 17
-Austin: age 19 (he is retaking a year due to something that will be mentioned in later chapters)
-Dez: age 17
-Trish: age 18
Again, I hoped y'all enjoyed this chapter xox
