HIYA! Sorry again for not updating. Sometimes I get these feelings to write and others I don't want to write. But great news: today was my last day as a middle-schooler! I hope my writing as improved form my first fanfic! Hope u like chapter 10! I am determined to finish this!
No one should live in this mess. I guess I was wrong seeing as Jere threw himself on the bed and patted next to him for me to join. I wish he was a clean freak like-NO. I could not think about him. He shall not be named is not here. I didn't pick him. He was going to hurt me, but now I was felling like Jere's room could do more damage. Jere's not going to hurt me.
6 months later
Me and Jere ended up not going to collage, (he didn't go last year) so we both can live together at home. It's everything I could ever want. Oh, Conrad? I haven't seen him since we left the beach house. Anyway, enough about him. I went out to the store about an hour ago and just got back. (A/N Sorry if this paragraph sounds a bit odd. I just wanted to get you caught up.)
I unlocked the Jere's house (I'm living here too) and stepped inside. "Jere?" I called out to the silent house. "You home?" No answer. Weird. I started for the steps and stopped dead when I heard a noise. Is that a moan? I ran up the stairs and grabbed a broom to attack to intruder. The noises came from Jere's room and opened the door wide. Jere and some slut (A/N sorry 'bout my language) making out with only half their clothes on.
He didn't hear me open the door. "Jere?" My voice was barely above a whisper. It isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't-
"Belly?" Jere pushed the slut off and ran to me. "I didn't mean to! Belly!"
"NO!" My voice made him stop dead in his tracks. "I trusted you not to hurt me! I've been hurt too many times!" Swimming pools were in my eyes. "I hate you!"
I grabbed my bag and shoes and made my way out of there while Jere screamed something like this:
"I love you!"
"I"M SORRY"
"I never meant for that to happen!"
"Don't leave me!"
"Belly! Please!"
And I screamed this:
"WE ARE NEVER, EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!"
I was crying, screaming, and hitting the steering wheel while I was driving away. I did what any child would do: I called my mother.
"Hello? Belly?"
"Y-you were r-right." I said in-between sobs.
"Oh, darling whats wrong? What was I right about?"
"B-both the F-Fisher boys." My voice broke. "They h-hurt me m-momma."
"Baby. Come home. We can fix this. Just let me help you."
At first I wasn't sure were I was driving to, but now I knew exactly were I was going: home.
Hope you liked it! I had to make the Taylor Swift reference up there ^.^ sorry. REVIEW!
Or I will take your soul...