Ur stori suks you r evil hobo

U suk so Barney the dinosar will cum fo u

Yo mamas so poor that duks thro bred at hr

So these are my very first anonymous flames! :) I feel so accomplished for some odd reason. Does that make me weird or crazy or both? Probably both! Oh well. Like I said before, I don't care if you flame me but at least tell me what you hate.

I personally like the last review; it was the funniest.

And why does Barney get discriminated and have so many haters now? We all watched and loved him at one point in our lives so don't try to use him as an insult. Our kids and little siblings watch him.

Also, how does having a sucky story make me an evil hobo? It makes me a bad writer, not homeless. But in the words of Rebecca Black, Thanks for the love Haters. But on a quick note, I do not like Rebecca Black's singing but I must admit that she is a genius using her situation enable to score a record deal and becoming "famous."

Now you have probably already skipped and moved on to the story so I'll stop rambling. Enjoy.

The morning is here

The Sun is up

Wake up.

Wake up.

Don't make me get up.

Don't let me leave.

I wanna stay here

In my bed.

Let me stay.

Leave me alone.

Don't come in.

Don't bother to try to cheer me up.

Let me go back to the darkness.

The dark covered my tears

My bloodshot eyes.

The light just hurts.

The morning is here

The Sun is up.

So am I.

So am I.

Now let me clarify something. Courtney's shirt was ripped to pieces so she was shirtless when Duncan came to save her but still had a bra and nice fiting jeans on her. Duncan didn't notice anything but the tears and her screaming.

Then when the police came they escorted her home and the policeman had the decency to give her a huge clean shirt he had in the back of his car when he got off duty and couldn't drive back home to get changed for his wife's barbeque.

Then she got home and called Heather, Elsy, and Bridgette to comfort him and she took off the big T-shirt and changed into just as big pajamas. She gave the shirt back to him and waited for her friends, who came in another ten minutes. The policeman left and said a small I'm sorry before leaving. Elsy thought he was cute so she slipped her number in his handcuffs.

And now we follow Courtney in her first unbearable morning in weeks.

So the morning after I was almost raped was horrible. Bridgette came over with Heather and Elsy and they slept over. They didn't say anything about my puffy red eyes. I looked Elsy and Heather in the eye and told them I wasn't going to wear their type of slutty clothes ever again because it was those clothes and the way I acted that put me in last night's situation.

They didn't try to oppose me. They agreed and took the clothes with them when they left. I was left alone at around noon and went up to sleep more.

That's when the door bell rang. I didn't want to get up but my manners refused to let me stay in bed while the door bell rang. So I crawled out of bed and made sure I looked decent, sweat black pants with a huge grey T-shirt from my PE class last year.

I scratched my messy hair just to mess it up a little more and wipe my already red eyes and open the door.

I find a tan black haired women in a cop uniform standing in front of me along with her white brown haired husband, jumping in front of them in Lexi, and behind them is Duncan.

What the hell.

What the FUCK! Why did my mom insist on coming here for! I don't wanna be here…

I see her there in baggy sweat pants and a big shirt that hides her curves and a big mess of brown hair on her head. She is beautiful as she stands there…

But her face. She looks so afraid and sad as she looks us over and I can see her red eyes as they meet my diluted eyes. I stare at the floor. I wish my parents had let me smoke pot with Geoff and not dragged me here.

They didn't even give me a lecture about smoking.

"Are you Courtney Garcia?" My mom said.

I hear a tiny yes in response and it tears at my heart to hear her so broken.

I cant believe that this is happening to me… I just want to hold her as my mom pushes past her into the house, Lexi runs into the house looking for Courtney's little brother, and my dad is trying to search her face looking for the girl that his son saved.

I want to pick her up like the princess she is and take her away from everyone so she can rest and have some peace, the exact peace and quiet I need. To cuddle into her arms sounds like heaven to me right now.

But when did I start dreaming of cuddling instead of banging. Holding instead of kissing. Eyes instead of lips. Courtney Garcia, what have you done to me?

Duncan Russell what have you done to me? You just stand there, refusing to look at me, when all I want to do is throw myself into your arms and thank you for saving me.

I'm not strong enough to face you. But you came anyway. What do you want with me?

"Honey, where are your parents?" Mrs. Russell asks.

"And where's Ayden?" Lexi yells from below Maxwell who is licking her face like its covered with gravy.

"My parents are in Europe and Ayden is with our grandparents at the moment. He's going to be dropped off any moment now," I say as I walk over to the kitchen. I shiver as the cold tile floor meets my bare feet.

I start to make coffee and hot chocolate for everyone as they get comfortable in the living room. Duncan takes my reading place, on the smallest couch closest to the window and farthest from the TV where his father is currently trying to figure out the remote control.

I come in with a tray of the drinks and show Mr. Russell how it works and eh immediately flips to a sport channel about football.

Mrs. Russell is just watching me as I take a seat on the bigger couch next to her. Her husband took my father chair in front of the TV, Lexi took Ayden's seat next to mine and the biggest couch is in the middle of the smallest and the chair.

"What brings you here Mrs. Russell?" I ask politely. The living has a wooden floor, which makes me even colder, but I try to hide my shivering by shoving my feet under Maxwell.

Maxwell doesn't appreciate my cold feet under his warm belly so he gets up and runs up the stairs on to return with my slippers.

But he got my pink bunny slippers.

I was embarrassed of course but I think no one bothered to notice until Lexi squealed that the slippers were the cutest slippers she ever saw. Her mother laughed and her father chuckled and Duncan, Duncan smiled, a sweet small real smile that I have never seen before in my life.

"Well after what happened last night, I thought it would be good to check up on you. And I wanted to meet the girl Duncan saved instead of damaged," that made Duncan's head snap to his mother with a glare, a soft glare that made his mother smile.

I stammer as I say, "R-right. I-I never di-did get to th-thank you, D-D-Duncan," I face him but my face is burning up as I look at Maxwell's tail, "Thank you f-for s-saving me Duncan."

"Your welcome," in the smallest softest voice I have ever heard from Duncan, it's the voice I use to soothe Ayden after a hard day of school, or when Maxwell hurts his paw on our hike in the mountains.

I would've broken down right there if it wasn't for the doorbell ringing. Ayden was home. Lexi was so excited as he came home and he was so happy to come home to his best friend. They ran off to his room. Mrs. and Mr. Russell went up to see Ayden's room and keep an eye on them and left Duncan and me alone in the living room with only the sound of the football game filling the room.

"D-do you want to watch something other than football?" I ask as I retrieve the remote and sit next to him on the small love seat. He looks at the remote and shakes his head. He looks up to my eyes and asks, "Are you ok?"

I swallow my fear as I say, "Yea. I'm fine. I'm glad you didn't get in trouble though." I try desperately to look into his face but it does no good. My chin won't lift, my eyes won't leave the security of the floor and I couldn't bare to see what emotions are written on his face in fear of breaking.

I can't break, not when the army is so close to winning. I can't give up all their hard work for my selfish desires. I couldn't bare break any of their dreams of being able to walk the halls safely for once in their life. I could never do that to any of them.

But don't I deserve to be happy? Don't I deserve to be selfish for once in my life? Just once to do something for me, and only me. It would be so easy to give in, kiss him, and lose myself forever to this sweet, caring, handsome, daring, brave, strong man.

I clench my teeth, tighten my fists and shut my eyes because I know I could never give in.

I'm just too stubborn.

But then, I feel a warm, gentle but firm hand under my chin and I lift my head and open my eyes to see Duncan with pain etched into his face. He looks so sad… I just want to reach over and kiss away the sadness.

He leans in and I know that I can't resist him. I'm about to lose… I'm sorry Noah, Heather, Trent and everyone. I'm sorry for being so weak.

"Courtney, I wont force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm so sorry about what happened last night and how uncomfortable you must feel now about me and my family coming over. I'm going to leave now, so you don't have to waste your time with me anymore," and with that he released my face, got up from the couch and left me.

His breath was so sweet and warm on my face. I wished I had leaned in first. I curled up in the space where Duncan sat; I slept there until his mother shook me awake and told me they were leaving.

When I cuddled into the pillow where his arm had rested, I was heartbroken to realize it no longer smelled like him and I finally got up and made Ayden dinner.

After that, I left the dishes in the sink and collapsed on my bed, wishing for Duncan to come and rescue me, one more time.

But it was too late. The Monday back to school, everyone was talking about how Duncan ran away to live in LA.

I never saw him for the rest of the year.

So? What do we think? Will Duncan come back? Will Courtney move on? People I need answers! Who votes on her moving on or Duncan coming back because I could go either way right now.

And remember, you can flame me but tell me why you hate it.