My name is luka By:Suzanne Vega

Summory: Layla is a young girl that is abused. She's just moved to Maxville were she meets one of the following Will, Lash, Warren, or Zach. She falls in love. But one night her father rapes her. And the boy saves her. Follows the songs My name is Luka and Frozen By:Withen tempation

2 Chapter story

If the lyrics are in bold Layla is saying it aloud if it's bold and underlined it's just related.

My name is Luka

My name is Layla


I live on the second floor

I ran down the stairs from the 2nd floor to get the mail. We had just moved here from New York. I liked Maxville, it's more peaceful.

A boy my age maybe a little older- I was always terrible with ages- looked at me funny.


"I live upstairs from you," I said looking at him.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"Yes, I think you've seen me before," I said with a small smile.

I hesitated before saying, "If you hear something late at night, some kind of trouble, some kind of fight."

"Just don't ask me what it was," I said looking up at him.

"What goes on?" he asked me, getting interested.

"Just don't ask me what it was," I repeated looking away.

"What does he do to you?" he asked me taking a step closer.

"Just don't ask me what it was!" I said forcefully.

"I think its because I'm clumsy," I said, knowing it wasn't true.

I try not to talk too loud

"I'll try not to talk to loud" I said walking away.

Later

I sat on a wall by the beach. "Why does he hit me?" I asked myself.

"Maybe its because I'm crazy," I said aloud to myself.

"I try not to act too proud," I said.

"So he hits you," The boy said, walking over and sitting down to my left.

"He only hit until you cry," I said not looking at him.

"And after that you don't ask why," I said not looking at him. "I never know what I did, he just hits over and over and over."

"You just don't argue anymore," I said pulling my knees to my chest.

"You just don't argue anymore," I repeated forgetting the boy was still there.

"You just don't argue anymore," I said again.

"Hey, you ok?" A girl asked me, her long black, purple, streaked hair in a high ponytail.

"Yes I think I'm okay," I started

"I walked into the door again," I said with a fake, yet convincing, laugh. She nodded and walked away.

"Now we both know that's not true" The boy said walking up behind me.

"Well, if you ask that's what I'll say," I said to him.

"And its not your business anyway," I countiued glaring at him.

"Why do you push everyone away?" he asked me.

"I guess I'd like to be alone," I said looking away.

"With nothing broken, nothing thrown," I explained looking away.

Just don't ask me how I am

"Why don't you go to the police?" he asked looking at me with worry and concern.

Just don't ask me how I am

"I have, friends have, but my father turns into the perfect husband and father. last time he put me in the hospital after it happened," I cried tears falling down my face.

Just don't ask me how I am

"Let me help you" he pleaded.

"I can't endanger you I- I think I'm—" I couldn't finish.

"You think you're what?" he edged on.

"I think I'm falling in love with you" I said and turned and ran.

A/N PLEASE READ IT WONT TAKE LONG

Please everyone if you or someone you know is being abused GET HELP. It could be a friend, your BEST FRIEND even, or family, or mabye just someone you know. Please MY best friend was a victom to abuse. If I HAD seen it then mabye I wouldn't be visiting her grave everyday. She died two years ago and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Her name was Crissy,like me... she was a blonde beauty, she loved kids was a kind and loving girl that always thought of others NEVER herself, and mabye that's why she never told because she thought it was selfish. But remember to know that it's NEVER ok to be hit, nor is it ever your fault. There are many people who are willing to help. When I sat by the fire the nights after Crissy died my older brother told me "Mabye god sent Crissy to you so you could help others." I'm to young to really have a job were I help abuse victoms, but I'm starting with stories.

I'm going to post a story soon that will be about a girl named Jennifer that is being abused. It's to show you what it's like to help the abused and the diffrents You can make. It Will Be called Making a Difference.

Here I have listed jobs that can help abused children

Socail Worker

Teacher

Nurse

Doctor

phyciatris

FBI

police

And so many more.

You CAN save an abused kid and be there Hero. It doesn't matter how old you are you can always make a change you can always be the one that saves the Child like I wish I'd saved Crissy.