Alot of you have mentioned how sad the story is. Well, that's basically the point. Like, if you feel depressed or you feel Miley's pain when you read this then, that means I guess I'm doing a good job. I want you to feel what Miley's feeling. I want you, when you read this and only then, to feel angry, sad, depressed, worried...every bad feeling in the world. Only when you read this story though, I don't want you guys to go around feeling horrible all of the time! Thanks for all of the reviews! And must I remind you that if you read the chapter and want to read more than REVIEW! Reviews are awesome they let me know that people are liking it. Which is pretty darn stellar don't you think so? Let me know.
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Chapter Four
Man, You Do Have A Twisted Soul!
School building is plain.
So are the kids' that go there.
They believe anything they hear.
I am walking in the plain hallway.
Everybody stares at me with their cold eyes and plain faces.
I hear somebody cough, "Slut".
I sigh.
Guess Lilly told everybody what a whore I am.
I arrive at my locker, twiddle the lock.
It doesn't open.
I twiddle it some more, pop.
It opens.
First period is a drag.
Nobody cares about Algebra.
Second period is dumb.
Ms. Kunkel is a prison ward.
She is staring at me with those dark eyes.
Third period is the same.
Boring.
Annoying.
Dumb.
Fourth period is lunch.
I walk into the cafeteria, buy a juice and an apple.
Somebody bumps into me.
They knock my apple out of my hand.
They laugh.
My eyes are scanning the room for a table.
Can't find one.
Everybody stares with their cold eyes and plain faces.
Somebody yelled, "Whore."
It sounded an awful lot like Lilly.
Now everybody is doing it.
My eyes come across Oliver.
He stares at me sadly, then looks away.
They think they know.
They all think they know everything about me.
They all think they know why I'm pregnant.
But they don't.
And they never will.
They don't me.
They don't how I feel.
And even if they did, they still won't give a damn.
I feel scared.
I feel alone.
I am scared.
I am alone.
I fear for my life.
I should.
Somebody threw a water at me.
It splashes all over the front of my shirt.
A hunk of mashed potatoes plops over top of the water.
Everybody else is throwing things at me too.
I run.
I drop my juice.
I run.
I am running so fast.
I end up in the bathroom.
Soaked, and dirty.
I slam into the first stall and cry.
I remember.
I walk towards his car.
He opens the door, pushes me in.
"Hey," I cry in suprise.
He locks the door, walks to the other side.
Gets in.
Looks at me, then says something that disgusts me.
"You're so pretty."
My eyes bulge out of my head.
I want to gag.
"Step-brothersaywhat?"
He grabs my shoulders and mashes our lips together.
I push him by the chest, hard.
I threw up.
He grabs my face and does it again.
I am trying to yank my face away from his.
He won't let me.
Six buttons.
His hands tear them open.
Zipper.
He forces his hands inside my underwear.
I shoves me back, climbs on top of me.
I pinch his neck.
Hard.
He hits my head against the door.
Everything is black.
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Sand is in my sandals.
I ignore it.
I take a seat at a table.
I watch Jackson get yelled at by Rico for "ripping him off", again.
Rico raises a finger, lip and nose in an ugly snarl.
Jackson shrugs his shoulders and says something.
"Jackson, you're fired!" Rico shouts.
Jackson rolls his eyes and wraps a towel around his shoulder.
He strolls over to me, plops into the chair next to me.
"Man, I hate Rico," he complained.
I try to act like I care.
I don't.
So I can't.
I just sit there.
He looked at me like he suddenly just realized something.
"Miles, are you pregnant?" he asks, in a hushed voice.
The back of my eyes sting.
My throat is dry.
It's as if a claw is clamped on the back of my vocal chords.
My knees tremble, stomach rolls.
Maybe it's the baby.
"I heard all about it at school. I..." his voice trails off.
He puts his arm around me, wraps me into a hug.
I don't want to cry.
"Oliver you are such a doughnut."
I hear a familiar voice.
Lilly.
She is close.
I don't bother to look up at her.
I can hardly move.
I know she sees me.
Holding on to my brother for dear life.
Crying desperately into his shoulder.
I hear her order a smoothie at Rico's.
Oliver points.
I can see them out of the corner of my eye.
Lilly looks at me, rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"It's her own fault. She's the one who went off screwing like the little tramp she is," is what she says.
Tears sprinkle onto Jackson's shirt.
She is sitting there like she doesn't care.
Like she isn't sad.
She does.
She is.
I know she does.