Hey there! Sorry I haven't updated, but I don't think I'll be posting on weekends; I need some time to myself. But every weekday is pretty good for me, since I generally have time.


May's POV

I stormed home, snow whirling around me and obscuring my vision, but I didn't care. Who did Drew think he was?! How dare he try and apologize to me, simply because he decided that he wanted me to be his new toy! It's not even like he genuinely wanted to become closer to me, he just wanted to use me and throw me away. If I never saw him again, it'd be way too soon, and I'd probably end up punching him in his smug little face, or snapping his neck, and I'd be quite happy to do so. In fact, I'd rather stay with my mother than talk to Drew ever again.

I kept turning around, because I was vaguely aware of my name being called, but I couldn't see anything; the snow meant that I couldn't see any further than a few meters, and the wind would howl in my ears, making me hear my name wherever I went. Besides, who'd be calling my name anyway? My mother? Drew? Neither seemed likely, so I pushed the idea that I was actually wanted to the back of my head. Instead, I focused on tonight; I had to clear my head of anything to do with Drew, or else I wouldn't be able to focus on whichever asshole decides to take me for the night. Not that I wanted to focus on anyone but myself; I only paid attention to the guys so I didn't get beaten by my mother. Of course, I would occasionally be nice to guys without worrying about my mother. But that wasn't often, and I found myself doing that less and less as I realized what people were actually like.

My house was in view now, and I ran the last few meters. For the first time, I noticed how cold I actually was, and I needed to warm up as soon as possible. I opened the door, and took off my -no, Drew's- jacket.
"May! That you?" I heard my mother yell from somewhere in the house.
"Yeah!" I called back.
"You don't have school tomorrow, right?" I was asked, and I contemplated lying. It was a long weekend, so I didn't have school, but I knew what this meant. It meant that my mother would find another guy for me, and it meant an extra night of hell. But if I lied about it, I wouldn't have to deal with it, and I would stay away for a whole day. I could catch the train to another town or something, and maybe find something fun to do. I could even get away for a while, maybe forever if I went to the police. But if I got caught, I'd most likely be hurt really badly. I wouldn't get out of that unscathed. Ugh.
"Nope!"
"Okay. I'm gonna go find a guy." Of course she was. There was never any 'Oh, you can have a day off, May.' There was never a single 'Oh, you can rest for tonight, May.' Not even one 'you must be tired, here, sleep for a while, May.' It was always a guy whenever I didn't have school, and the same guy while I was at school. My life was full of shitty guys. I sighed and ran up the stairs. I slowed down to look in my parents' room, and saw my dad asleep with an empty liquor bottle in his hand. Honestly, I didn't blame him. I had no idea how my mother treated my dad, but it couldn't be good, if the only time he got a break was when he was passed out, drunk. I sighed once more and walked into my room, throwing myself onto my bed. I pulled off my wet jeans and put on a pair of warm sweatpants. I laid down and got my phone out, checking the time. I noticed that I had an unread message from a number that I didn't know. I opened it and almost dropped my phone.

I'm gonna make you love me.

"Holy shit." Was all I could say.

Drew's POV

What's the matter with me! I didn't want to get to know May at all!

I had no idea why I apologized to her either; I just needed to let her know that I didn't mean any of it. I wanted her to know that I wanted us to be fine with each other, and that we could maybe be friends in the future. But her words rang in my ears as I walked home: 'Sorry is something you say from your own volition, not just because you want things to be different and you want to start over! If you were sorry, you wouldn't have treated me like shit for all this time! So don't even let the word pass your lips, because your words don't mean a fucking thing to me, asshole!' She was right though: I wasn't sorry, not truly, anyway. I felt guilty that I treated her so badly, but I didn't feel much remorse. I wished that things could've been different, or that we could start over. Honestly, I didn't know how I felt about May. When I saw her the other day, cold and alone, I just wanted to talk to her and make her feel better. I wanted to hold her and kiss her, and that wasn't the first time that I'd felt that way. I felt that way the first time I saw her, and the prospect scared me. I think that's why I started teasing her. Because that's all it started out as, teasing. She'd laugh, and it was genuinely funny. But I changed, and my jokes became crueler, and I started hitting her. She started crying, and I don't know, it just seemed to fuel me, to energize me. It made me feel so powerful, I didn't realize what I was actually doing; in my mind, it was still the innocent teasing, like before. But when I saw her that day and saw her acting so scared, it really struck a chord with me. I realized what I did to her, and how afraid she actually was of me; I'd never noticed what I actually did to her, and how it made her feel. It made me want to rip my hair out, I was so confused. I didn't know how I felt about her, or why I felt that way. I just knew that I wanted things to be different.

I blocked out those thoughts for a while so I could actually get some stuff done. I pulled out my laptop and searched some stuff for my Biology class. But I quickly got sidetracked, and all I could think about was May.
May.
I found myself typing her name into Google, and I was surprised to find some sort of ad for her. Wait. An ad? What? I opened it up and was greeted with the very thing I wasn't expecting. When I saw the word 'ad', I immediately thought that maybe she did jobs for people, like cleaning, or maybe decorating or something. But I definitely wasn't expecting this. The ad read:

May Maple:
Pay $150 to have May for one night; you can do whatever you want with her. ;)
Call: 1(xxx)-555-xxx

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was being sold off?! What?! I wanted to rush over to her house and take her away, but I'd never be able to do that without being charged with kidnapping or something. But I had to do something to help her, but I had no idea what. That I realized: I could make an appointment for May and then I could take her away! Yes! I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?" A woman answered. I assumed it was May's mom.
"Hi, I'm calling for the May ad posted?"
"Oh, yes of course." She gave me May's cell phone number, and made an appointment for me tonight. I got the details of the date, and I hung up. I then texted May:
I'm gonna make you love me.


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