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..Chapter Two..

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*Chris POV*

My father was on another one of his damn mean streaks again. He drank one too many beers, and beat the shit out of me on my lawn I decided to go over to Gordie's house and then maybe to the tree house. I did NOT want to go back home.

Walking to Gordie's house, my mind wandered tot he new girl that just moved next to me, Mary Nesconi. She seemed cool I didn't really know her. She definitely seemed lonely, and I was going to ask her to come meet the guys and hang out with us, but I was nervous. I couldn't believe it, me, nervous? And over some pretty girl? Jesus, what the hell was happening to me? Okay, pretty was an understatement. That girl was beautiful, and no girl ever looked like that in Castle Rock. I've never seen anyone like her.

Jesus, what the fuck was I saying? I barely knew her. I made a mental note in my head to get to know her.

I was so ashamed that she had to see my father like that, and beating on me like I was some pussy. I was pissed at myself for letting him do that to me. I looked at my wrist and it was bleeding.

"Fuck!" I said. As soon as I get to Gordie's I could clean it up.

I was so pre-occupied with my thoughts that I didn't even realize I had walked straight past Gordie's house. Back tracking, I knocked on the door.

Gordie opened the door and smiled at me.

"Hey," I said. "Wanna go to the tree house? My dad's on another mean streak."

Gordie looked concerned. He was my best friend, and never failed to be the best, best friend.

"Yea," he said. "Clean up your wrist and then lets go."

Ten minutes later we were walking to the tree house, cutting through the field. It was only four in the afternoon, and it was stifling hot. Then I remembered Mary.

"Hey, guess what Gordie?" I asked.

"What?"

"There's a new family that moved next to me. a father and a daughter. The girl is our age, and I talked to her for a little bit. She was nice."

We reached the tree house and climbed up into it. Teddy and Vern weren't there yet, so I could tell him all about her. We sat down, and Gordie spoke.

"Cool," he said, flipping through a magazine that was on the floor. "What does she look like?"

I sighed. "She's beautiful." I stopped. I couldn't believe I just said that.

Gordie laughed. "Someone's gotta crush."

"She seems lonely though," I said, trying to change the subject. "She didn't have any friends and she was just sitting on her porch."

Gordie got bored with the magazine and threw it on the floor. "How you know she doesn't have any friends?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"You should have told her to hang with us."

I sighed. "I know."

Just then we heard a blood curdling scream that pierced the afternoon. It sounded like a girl's scream.

Gordie and I raced down the tree house.

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*Mary's POV*

I got bored from sitting on my porch, and I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. He seemed really genuine, and I wanted to get to know him better. We could probably relate to each other since his father beat him just like my father beat me. maybe the pain we shared could bring us close together.

I stood up and walked off my porch. I decided to explore a little. I walked down the street and started to cross a field. I wasn't looking where I was going and ran straight into Eyeball and Ace. I heard about them before.

"Hey baby," Ace said. He was smoking a cigarette and threw it on the ground. I backed away. I could smell alcohol on his breath.

"Why don't you come over here, and gimme some?" Eyeball said grabbing my arm and pulling me close. I struggled and tried to break away from him, but his grip was tight. Ace put his arms around my waist.

"Get the hell off of me, you fuckin' perv!" I screamed. I finally kicked Eyeball in the balls and slapped Ace. I ran as fast as I could, and didn't stop.

My heart was racing. I looked over my shoulder and saw Ace and Eyeball running after me. I kept running hard. In the view ahead I saw a tree house. Maybe someone was there that cold help me. I didn't stop running. Just when I gave up, I hit something hard, and went flying backwards. I looked up and saw two boys I didn't know. One was short and chubby, the other looked about my age, with blond, crazy hair and thick, black glasses. The hit made me fall back several feet. I hit my head hard on the ground and began to cry.

Ace and Eyeball came over and Ace was advancing toward me with a knife as Eyeball pinned me against the ground. Neither saw the two boys.

Then the by with thick glasses came forward.

"Get the hell off of her!" he screamed.

Ace started toward him but tripped, cutting my arm with the knife. The pain was that of something I have never felt. I screamed bloody murder, and began to feel dizzy. My arm was bleeding. And it hurt like fucking hell.

I looked up and saw two boys come out of the tree house. They ran over to us. I recognized one of them to be Chris Chambers, but the other boy I didn't know. Chris's eyes grew big as he saw it was me.

"Get the hell away from her!" he yelled at Eyeball and Ace.

"This ain't over!" Ace yelled, then Eyeball and him let.

All four boys came over. Chris kneeled in front of me.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked. He noticed my cut. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, who did that to you? Was it Eyeball? Ace?"

I had trouble breathing. The boy with the thick glasses stood up. Chris helped me up.

"Ace did it," the boy with thick glasses said.

"Come one, there's some stuff up in the tree house," the dark, skinny boy said. I followed them up into the tree house and sat on a chair. After my cut stopped bleeding, I was introduced to the other boys.

"This is Gordie," said Chris. I smiled at him. "That's Verno," the fat boy "and Teddy." Teddy was the one with thick glasses.

"I'm Mary Nesconi."

I was so relieved that they were gone, Ace and Eyeball, and I was so exhausted. I hoped my father wouldn't be drinking tonight. I didn't feel like getting beat.

"Thanks so much," I said to them as I stood up. "But I gotta get home before my dad hit-well I gotta go home." I almost told them my dad beat me. Chris eyed me suspiciously. The other boys stood up too.

"We all better go," Gordie said.

"Yeah," Verno said.

One by one, each boy went home, until it was just Chris and I walking home. When we reached my house, we stopped walking. The whole walk had been silent.

"Thanks for helping me," I said. "I really appreciate it." Was Chris blushing?

"Anytime. I'll see you around Mary. Maybe tomorrow you'll hang out with me and the boys."

I smiled at him. "Yeah." He grinned back.

And with that, I walked up the steps and into my new home.