Stay With Me, Tonight

Chapter 1

I've kept to myself for a very long time, wondering if someone might even notice me in the hallways. Is it too much to ask to have someone smile at me for half a second? No one would want to smile at me anyways, they rather much frown. Just look at me. Gross brown hair, glasses, plain t-shirt and jeans. Ugly brown eyes the girls at school would like to sink through and screw and screw until they're done with me. They'll never be done with me. The eyes of a depressed 16 year old loner. That's who I am. I'm that girl who lost there parents at age 14. Moving from foster home to foster home hoping one day one of my relatives would open there eyes and wake up realizing that they made a huge mistake not taking me in. But that's just dreaming, a wish that will never come true, those moments when you get your hopes up way too much just for them to come crashing down. Just like my parents did. My parents died in a plane crash.

I try to hide myself through the crowd of people walking down the hallways, hoping that none of the girls will notice me. I failed, like I always do at everything. I feel the pain of getting yanked by the arm and getting thrown in a locker.

"Maybe getting thrown in a locker, you'll hit your head hard enough that you'll magically become just a tiny bit smart." She pits her thumb and pointer finger near each other to emphasize small. She slams the locker close leaving me inside it. In the darkness.

This is what I have to live with everyday. I keep catching myself thinking that I should have gotten use to it by now. The bullying. I keep saying, this will all be over in just a matter of time. But it never does. Wake up, have your foster mom yell at you for half An hour blaming you for hiding her car keys when she left them on the TV stand. Then of course your foster brother feeling you up when you know you have to let him or else you'll get another beating. Haven't gotten one of those for a while. Go to school for another miserable day and get pushed into a locker, the bell will ring and I'll be late for class, again. I'll come home and get yelled at because I was late for another class.

"You were late for class again!" My foster mom Cherry throws a newspaper on the coffee table. Like, what kind of name is Cherry? You know what I mean?

"I was pushed into a locker today." I watch the floor as I cry.

"No wonder they pushed you into a locker. Your so ugly I couldn't even compare a monkey to you." As I hear those words drop out of her mouth another tear dare falls from my eye. "I'm going out."Those are the best words I've heard all day. Obviously cause the words you've been reading are the words I hear everyday. "Don't even think of watching TV while I'm gone. You know it's house work, homework and bed." She walks out of the door. More like slams it shut leaving me to wince at the loud noise. I walk to the kitchen and start doing the dishes. After I'm done cleaning the kitchen, living room and my foster brother, Eric, and Cherry's room I go to my room. That's the only thing good about this foster home, is that I get my own room, with a lock I saved up to buy. Before Eric would walk in while I just got out of the shower and I'm changing. I would be only in my bra and underwear when he would walk in and put a chair under the door. He would pin me down on the ground and kiss me, everywhere. I would struggle for him to get off of me but it just gets worse.

I just put on my housecoat after changing into my bra and panties. Then I turned around and the door opens showing scary, muscular Eric walking through the door. I cover up not letting him show myself.

"What are you doing?" He takes a chair from the hallway and sticks it under the doorknob and starts to walk up to me.

"Get away from me!" I plead.

"Your walls are great for keeping sound in. So you can be as loud as you want but no one can hear you for miles. Not even Cherry and she's in the living room watching TV on full blast." He says as he pins me on the floor and starts kissing me down my body as I try to struggle for him to...

"Get off of me!" I plead. He looks up and slaps me hard across the face, probably leaving a bruise mark, or maybe even a cut. He didn't end up doing anything to me.

Gladly I've never done that with anyone yet. And it better not be until I find the right person. I ignore doing my homework, again, and head straight to bed. Story of my life. I'm too tired for homework after cleaning the house. I wake up the next day and cry. The same ritual happens and I go to school. I get pushed into a locker and I'm late for class again. Today the teacher wants to see me after class today.

"This has happen seven days in a row Miss. Dawson!" The teacher, Mr. Cshicks scolds me. "How come you are so late?"

"I guess I just lost track of time."

"Your grades are failing. I am assigning you a tutor."

"No! I mean, I can find one on my own. Thanks for the help ." I leave for lunch.

I pay for it and go sit in the far end of the cafeteria and quickly finish my food so no girls see me and dump all my food on me again. I wasn't paying attention when I got knocked over by someone. I look up over to see the handsome blonde boy who I just tripped over. I feel like there is no one in the world but us. I've never ever had this feeling in my life before because it's, happiness?

"I'm sorry." He gets up and takes my hand and helps me off the ground. "I'm clumsy." I smile and walk start to walk away. "Hey!" He calls after me he touches my shoulder. " I didn't catch your name. I'm Austin. Austin Moon." He hold his hand out.

I smile shyly and shake his hand, "I'm Ally. Ally Dawson." I mimic his greet. He smile at me. I am taken aback when he smiled at me. I ran away before I could cry. No one has smiled at me until the day me parents died. His smile wasn't just an ordinary smile. It was a smile filled with joy, happiness, and laughter. I smile that could change a life.

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