A/N: This is my first ORIGINAL story I've written..that's NOT a facfic lol.
She was covered in scars and bruises and scratches. She couldn't hide that..well not most of that atleast. Her mid-black length Raven black hair covered the bruise on her face. A slient tear rolled down the seventeen year old's icy blue eyes as she washed the dishes,in the small kitchen. Sandra Johnson was thinking about her mother,who had died when she was only thirteen. Sometimes,Sandra would blame her for they way her father abused her now. Ever since Sandra's mom died her father started abusing her,and became an alcoholic,and smoked excessivly. A knock on the back,kitchen door brought Sandra out of her thoughts.
A seven teen yearold boy with shaggy blonde and forest green eyes stood there. It was Jackson,a jock from her school that made fun of her alot with his friends because of all the scars and bruises she had,and had once been her best friend.
"Can I come in?"
"Uh..sure.." she said opening the door and letting him inside.
"I have something important to tell you." he said turning to her.
"And what would that be?"
"Listen Sandra,I like you..alot. I've always liked you. ever since I saw you. After what happened..i couldn't stop thinking about you" Sandra was at a loss for words,and she couldn't say anything."Phsyc"
Sandra grew angry and was about to shout at him when her fathers voice boomed from the livingroom. "SANDRA!"
"Quick hide!" she said shoving him into the pantry closet,and walked over to the kitchen entrance.
"Yes dad?"
"Give me a beer."
"We..Don't have anymore. I was just about to grab some money and get some."
Her father came in. "What do you mean we don't have any more!"
"I..I was just about to get some." Before Sandra could move he slapped her..hard. Making her fall to the ground,slamming her head against the counter. He kicked her a few times and then grabbed his wallet. "I'll be out until late,don't wait up,and this house better be spotless whe I get back."
Jackson watched in horror. He heard the front door slam,and a car start up and drive away. As soon as it was safe her dashed out of the closet and over to Sandra's unconcious body. He picked her up carefully,and walked into the living room setting her on the couch. He took out his cellphone and dialed 911.
"I need the hospital."
The operator put him through.
"I need an ambulence right away, 1524 Crown St."
"Thankyou."
Jackson hung up the phone and walked over to some kitchen drawers and finally found a washcloth. He wrapped a small ice pack around it and walked back into the livingroom. He sat beside Sandra gently lifting her head slightly and setting the ice pack under her head ,so the swelling would go down.
30 mins. later
Jackson opened the door hearing the ambulence pull up. The medics brought the stretcher in and placed Sandra on it,and walked back to the ambulence. An officer came to the door.
"Mr.."
"Jackson. Just call me Jackson.."
"Ok..Jackson. Can you tell me what happened to Ms. Johnson?"
"Yes. I came over around noon and Sandra and I were talking..and then all of a sudden she pushed me into the pantry and her father walked in. He asked for a beer,she Sandra said she was about to go get some..then..he beat her unconsious..." he said kinda upset.
"Don't worry son,we'll track him down..would you like a ride to the hospital?"
"No..thanks..I'll take my car.." Jackson said. The police officer nodded writing the last things down and walked back to his car. Jackson,closed the door hearing both cars drive away. He took out his cellphone and dialed one of his friends.
"Hey Darren."
"Hey."
"Listen..Something's come up."
"What? Jackson you don't sound to good. Did everything go ok?"
"Er..Not really..Sandra's in the hospital.."
"WHAT!"
"I didn't do anything. Her father..beat her unconcious."
"Wait..How do you know."
"Duh! I was there! She hid me in her pantry before he could come into the kitchen."
"Damn it."
"I'm going to the hospital..to make sure she's ok."
Darren was silent then spoke. "Do you..like her?" he asked mischeviously.
Jackson hung up though,not wanting to talk.
Maybe I should take you all back to about two years ago. That was when Sandra and Jackson actually had been more than freinds then and what made them grow apart...
Jackson slipped his arm around Sandra's waist. "So..what are we going to do today?" he asked with a smile.
Sandra kissed him lightly. "Hmm..I like just sitting here with you." she said with a smile resting her head on his shoulder. Jackson pulled her alittle closer,returning the kiss
"So do I."
There was a long silence..then Sandra spoke.
"Jackson?"
"Hmm?"
"Promise me something?"
"What?" he asked curiously looking down at her.
"Promise me you'll never leave me."
Jackson smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it.
Skip ahead a few months
"Sandra it's not what it looks like!"
Tears ran down Sandra's face. "Oh really! So you call a bimbo blonde naked in YOUR bed not what it looks like!" Sandra screamed at him.
"Sandra..I.."
"Jackson! You promised me! You promised you'd never leave me!"
"I'm not.."
"YES you are! This..This!" she yelled pointing to the frightened blonde in the bed. "Means it's over! " she screamed and walked away. All Jackson heard was a door slam and Sandra's car speed away.
As Jackson drove his car to the hospital,memories came flooding back. He had stopped her father from hurting her..after that inccident Sandra came to school looking more and more depressed and beat up. Jackson killed himself for it..and what he'd done before what happened just now didn't help eathier. No one ever knew about them. It was there little secret. Jackson had always been a Jock,and Sandra had always been the outcast..or loner...atleast at school. Around him she was just like any normal girl.
He pulled into the a spot in the Hospital and hurried inside. "Sandra Johnson." he said as soon as he walked up to the woman behind the counter.
She checked her list."Umm..Room..301,3rd floor."
Jackson nodded and hurried to the elevator. "Come on come on" Finally it opened and he pressed the 3rd floor button. He prayed she was doing ok.she was mostly likely still unconsious but he hope she was still..well..you get what I mean. After what seemed like an eternity the elevator finally opened. He stepped out coming face to face with room 301,which was closed.
Jackson opened the door quietly and saw Sandra laying there..but she kept tossing and turning. He walked in,closed the door,and walked over to her worriedly. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Sandra." he whispered.
"Why! Why did you do this to me! You promised me!" Sandra yelled. Jackson jumped back startled but realized that she wasn't talking to him..atleast not in this time..2 years ago was all Jackson though. She was reciting almost the exact same words she'd said two years ago when it ended.
He hates me
No he doesn't
Then he wouldn't have done this to me
I think everyone hates me
Because you aren't very social
Am too!
Are not! Not after what happened with Jackson
Keep him out of this!
No..No I think we should keep him IN it...let's see..two years ago wasn't it?
Sandra fought with herself, turning over again trying to shake the memory out of her head..Well..so much for that.
Tears ran down her face as she sped away. He promised me! He promised he wouldn't do this!
But he did. You should've gotten revenge
NO! I would never hurt him!
Even though he hurt you..broke that promise?
Shut up!
Why?
Because I Said so!
I don't have to listen to you. Is this why they call you an outcast? because you talk to yourself?
I SAID SHUT UP!
Sandra in reality..in the hospital was saying all of this outloud or quietly to herself.
A/n: I edited it slightly as you can tell. R&R and again be brutly honest