We Meet Again.
Chapter One
"Help"
Coco Tanberry woke with a start. She sat up, brushing her now waist length curly blonde hair off of her face. She was having nightmares again. She sighed, getting out of bed and stretching. Her short pajama top she had on got pulled up when she stretched, showing her tan flat midriff. She padded out into the kitchen and poured herself a coffee.
"Coco"? She turned around. Her mum was standing in the door way of the kitchen. "What are you doing up this early?" She asked.
"Couldn't sleep" Coco replied. She turned back around to her cup of coffee and picked it up, carrying it back up to her room where she then sat on her bed and set her coffee down. She was 18 now. A lot of things had changed since she was 13. She still loved animals, she now worked at an animal shelter helping all the stray pets find their owners again. But her personality had changed a lot. She was no longer boisterous, and happy all the time. She was always gloomy and sad. All because of that one night when she was 15… She shook her head, trying to get of the horrible thoughts running through her head but they wouldn't stop. She remembered that dark and gloomy night, where she had been walking through the streets looking for her sheep Humbug. She had met a man who told her he would help her look for the sheep. But he didn't help her look for Humbug. Instead he raped her, scarring her both physically and mentally. She was now terrified to go into the dark for fear of that happening again. She never got a boyfriend, because of her fear. Her pet sheep Humbug was never found, but that was the least of her concerns. She still constantly had nightmares about It, even though it had been 3 years ago.
Coco got up out of bed an hour later, the thoughts of that night still replaying through her mind. She walked over to the wall length mirror in her room and stared at her reflection. She had waist long blonde curly hair that fell in ringlets down her back. She had bright blue eyes, perfect white teeth and gorgeous tanned skin. Her body had grown into her age, she had the right amount of curves but was nowhere near fat. She was fairly tall, about five foot four. But what always caught her eye was the long scars that covered her legs and arms. There was even one on her neck. The rapist had also thought it would be fun to completely scar her forever. Most of them were just scratches, but there was one big one on her thigh that no-one knew was there. It spelt out SLUT. There was also one on her arm saying tart but it was so small that a little makeup and no-one noticed it.
Coco quickly got dressed into blue skinny jeans, a white singlet and jean jacket and settle back onto her bed again. She reached over to her bedside table and opened one of the drawers. She grabbed a photo album she had made when she was 13 and had added more photos along the way as her life had progressed. She opened it to the first page and looked at the picture. It was of her and her twin sisters, Summer and Skye. Her sister Skye was grinning and laughing, but her sister Summer had been grinning that fake smile she wore for a long time. Summer had suffered Anorexia, an eating disorder. She had been a dancer until that mental disorder had taken away her dreams. She was recovered now though, she worked at a dance school and she was engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Alfie Anderson. Mum hadn't exactly been happy when she found out, but she gave them her blessings. She flipped to the next page. It was of her and Honey. Honey had been working really hard to give life a shot again, and now she was the picture perfect girl she had been before dad had left. She worked at a bank and was hopefully getting a promotion soon. Coco skipped a few pages as they were just of her and her family and stopped at a familiar looking face that wasn't one of her family members. It was of her and Lawrie Marshall. He had been her enemy until they had rebelled against his step father to save Caramel the pony from his clutches. They had shared a brief kiss before he had left, but as she decided she wasn't ready for that they decided just to be friends. She hadn't seen him since the day he left. She still missed him after all tis time.
"I wonder where he is now" she thought to herself. She hopped onto her computer and clicked onto google. She typed in the name Lawrie Marshall and waited for it to load. It came up in the search engine with three findings. She clicked on the first one.
18 year old boy Lawrie Marshall saves a dog from being run over in Minehead
Minehead Animal Centre: 009765429
"That's right near here!" She thought. She picked up her mobile and rang the number.
Authors note- Sorry if this is bad, I'm not a very accomplished writer. But I do love the Chocolate Box Girls. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters just some of the story line.
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