I got this piece up quicker than I thought I would. I'm busy most of this weekend (Xmas shopping) so it might be a little longer until I get to update. Sorry everyone. Enjoy thischapter. Song words are V - You Stood Up.


I barely slept that night. I spent most of it either crying into a pillow or looking at old picture of when my family were all together and very happy. I had my bedroom locked from the inside so dad, Dylan or Jennifer weren't able to come in. My room was my only haven now. If I went anywhere else, someone would be able to track me down and talk to me. I picked up another old family picture and started to feel tears running down my cheek again

So I figure I'm alone now
Alienated everyone
A lot of my moves were wrong
But I didn't know you
Wouldn't be here to tell me

I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my hoodie and cuddled up with my favourite stuffed animal, Mr. Spotty, a leopard. Sam gave me him for my 10th birthday.

You stood up and stole it
Cause you never wanted me
You admit you don't feel it
But you stood up and stole it from me
Why stand up and steal it
If you never wanted me
Admit you don't feel it
And give it all back to me

Dad knocked on my door at around 6.30, asking if I was ever coming out. I ignored him and started drawing. I wasn't too sure what I was drawing at first; I just let my hand guide the way. After a while, I figured out what I was drawing. A picture of what I wanted my family to be like. Me, Dylan, mom, dad and my younger brother. No Jennifer. My perfect family.

I never went to school that day. Dad asked Jennifer to come over and look after me. She came and tried checking on me a few times but I just told her tofcuk off. It's not like she really cares. All she wants is my dad's money and a shag every night.

Around 4.15 I heard a knock at the front door. I looked out the window and saw the same red Volkswagen beetle that was parked beside Clark's truck yesterday. Probably someone from school bringing me homework or something. I heard footsteps and voices as they came up the stairs. I guessed there was more than one person coming. They got up to my door and knocked gently.

"Who's there?" I asked as I walked up towards the door, putting my ear to the door.

"It's Chloe, Lana and Clark. Can we come in?" Chloe asked. I unlocked the bolt on my door and greeted them into the room. Lana sat on my computer chair, Chloe sat on my bed and Clark just stood.

"How come you weren't at school today?" Clark asked as he looked around my room to see all the drawings.

"Didn't really feel too well. Anything big happen?" I asked whilst I tidied up a bit because my room was already a tip. Then I noticed Chloe looking at the picture of my family I drew.

"Oh... well nothing much happened. Are you feeling any better now? And by the way, did you draw all of these?" questioned Chloe. She does ask a lot of questions, huh?

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. And yes I did draw these. I draw a lot in my spare time, do you like them?"

"These are brilliant Peyton! Would you mind if I put some of these in The Torch? The readers will love them too," She told me. That cheered me up a bit. But what if people hated my work?

"Um... I'm not sure. Most of my work is, well... for me. I'm not wanting other people to see my work. Well, not just yet. Sorry Chloe." I felt really bad. Chloe really wanted me to put my work in the school newspaper.

"It's OK. But maybe..." Clark cut her off. He looked really pissed at her now.

"Chloe she said that she didn't want to publish her work so don't push her!" Clark shouted at her. Chloe looked quite hurt now. Lana was just sitting, watching them. As was I. Chloe whispered something to Lana and they got up, waved goodbye and left. Leaving me in the room, alone with Clark. I moved over a little to make some space for Clark to sit next to me. He took the seat then he took my hand.

"Peyton, I wasn't going to have sex or anything with you. I'm really sorry if I made it seen like that." He did make it seen like that but I know he really want to have sex.

"Clark! I can tell you wanted to bed me and you did get really close but then I got really scared and I pulled away."

"I just told you that I didn't want to do that! God, why wouldn't you believe me?" I couldn't tell him. I wouldn't tell him... until it suddenly all came out.

"I've already had sex before. Clark I know what guys are like when they wanna bed someone! I fell pregnant then I had an abortion. That's why I was so scared last night!" I rendered Clark speechless. He looked completely shocked. "I'm sorry for having to tell you like this Clark, but please... say something."

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?" How the hell was I suppose to answer that?

"Did you wanna know?"

"Well... I guess not. Look, I'm so, so sorry for just bursting it out on you like that." Finally, he was actually being truthful. It made me smile. He moved in towards me and started kissing me. I kissed him back. I didn't even feel that scared not. Then we pulled away from each other and smiled at each other.

"That was..." Clark stopped me before I could say anything else. I'm guessing he didn't want to ruin the moment. Fact is neither did I. This moment was the most amazing thing to happen to me in my life. Then at the worst possible time, my dad comes barging in without ever knocking.

"Peyton, uh... can I speak to you for a minute?" Jennifer probably didn't tell him I had company. The stupid bitch.

"Sure dad. Excuse me a min' Clark." I walked outside and stood in front of my dad. He looked like he was worried. "So, what's up?"

"Hunny, you seem pretty different now, well ever since we moved here. Anything been happening at school? Or is it boys? Peer pressure?" God. He was probably going to ask id I was on drugs as well, the fool.

"Dad I'm fine. In fact, I love it here. It's was better than Metropolis. Sure I miss Sam but I've made new friends too." That didn't cheer him up. He's gonna think my friends are freaks who are trying to make me do terrible things.

"OK sweetheart. But if you ever need to talk to anyone, you've got me." As if that was true. Dads have to say stuff like that, or they'll think they're thick. I've heard my dad say that about eight times and he never meant it.

"Alright dad. I'm going back to see Clark, talk to you later." My dad smiled and then I went back into my room.

"Hey..... Clark?" He was gone. But how'd he get out without me noticing? That's very, very weird. I scanned my room. He had left his jacket on my bed and the window was wide open. Oh well, I'll just ask him about it tomorrow.