*2 weeks later*
*Alexa POV*
This is it, isn't it? This is what it's like to be alone. Paige keeps texting me, asking me to go to town with her at the weekend, but every time is the same response.
'Well Caspar and Jack or Leigh-Anne and Zoe might be there' every single breath I take feels useless. Every amount of oxygen I breathe I feel could be put to better use. My arm covered in red scars that nobody knows about. My head full of the words, spinning round like a vortex of unwanted crap.
'Stupid whore'
'Nasty faggot'
'Bitch'
'Hoe'
'Get back to your corner'
All of these things are said to me. My dad is gone. I'm not going to see him for two months. My twitter, filled with words of hate from people I once called my friends.

*Paige POV*
[Paige]-1:22pm
You coming into town today? Please?

[Alexa]-1:24pm
Not today, I'm spending the day with Dad L, we haven't had a day alone is ages. Plus, Zoe or Caspar might be out.

That's it. I can't take it any more. I'm going round there.
'Dad, I'm going out' I shout up the stairs.
'Okay honey! Be back by six!' He shouts back down. I walk out the door and down the road. I dodge in and out of alleyways until I arrive at the front door of Lexis house. I knock three times on the door, and Phil answers, smiling.
'Hi Paige! Lexi is just upstairs, come on in!' So she lied to me! I step inside their giant living room.
'Go on up!' He says to me.
'Thanks, Phil' I reply politely. He refused to let me call him Mr Lester.
I walk into Lexis room and she's lead on her bed listening to music. I clear my throat and she immediately sits up.
'What are you-' she stutters.
'Having fun with your dad then?' I reply spitefully.
'No- I mean- I just didn't want to go to town' I sit over on her bed next to her.
'Please Lex, you haven't come out for ages!' I grab her hand and try to pull her up but she resists. Then I see a small strip of red on her arm. I grab her sleeve and push it up.
She pulls away quickly but not before I say loads of slashes decorating her arm.
'Lexi what did you do?' I try and grab her arm again but she moves away.
'Just go away!' She cries.
'But I just want to-'
'Go away!' I grab her arm again and this time she doesn't resist. Instead she hits me. Straight round the face. I look at her for a second before running down the stairs and out of the house. I hear Phil call after me but I just carry on running. Running and running, to nowhere in particular.

*Alexa POV*
I can hear the thudding of the stairs as my dad walks up them. I then hear the door creak open.
'Go away' I shout.
'Baby, what happened?' He asks softly.
'Go away dad! I don't wanna talk to you!' I try and push him with my feet but he doesn't budge.
'I just want to talk!'
'Piss off! I don't want to talk to you!' I instantly clap my hand over my mouth. I just swore at my dad. He stands up and looks down angrily at me.
'Im sorry, I was under the impression that you were eleven, not twenty one' he stomps out of the room and down the stairs and I cry. I've been crying a lot recently, I'm surprised there's any water left in me. I cry and cry until I eventually fall asleep.

I wake up again at about 4pm. I've been asleep for three hours! I stand up and walk downstairs. Dad is sat watching TV.
'I'm so sorry, dad! I shouldn't have used that language' he puts his arms out for me to hug him.
'Its okay honey, just don't do it again. Are you ready to talk about what happened with Paige?' He asks me.
'No' i say simply, and he kisses me on the top of the head.
'Okay' and we stay like that, watching TV, for another 3 hours.

*Next Wednesday*
*Alexa POV*
I've kind of gotten used to it now, being alone. Everyone hates me now, even Paige. My life is kind of a routine now. Get up, go to school, get bullied, come home, sleep. My dads don't even know about the bullying. I don't really want them to either.
as I walk home, I hear laughter from the other side of the road, so I look up and see Jack, Caspar, Leigh-Anne, Zoe and Paige all looking at me, laughing. I look away and walk down onto the grass. My legs take me into an isolated corner of this field I'm in and I just sit there, listening to music, for ten minutes. The sunlight disappears and a shadow covers me. I look up to see five familiar faces all staring down at me.
'Alright?' Caspar asks.
'Like you give a shit' I reply, my voice full of rage.
'There's a temper on this one' Jack looks at Zoe, and she nods.
'Get up' Leigh-Anne spits.
'No' I stand my ground. Caspar grabs me by the hand and pulls me up. I try and run away but I'm backed into a corner.
'People like you don't deserve the oxygen you breathe' Zoe steps forward so we're face to face.
'You think I don't know that?! You think that I think I'm worth it in this world?!' I shout, and that's when I feel it. One fist into stomach, another on my face. I fall to the floor, yelling. A kick on my face, a kick in my side. Someone stamps on my stomach and I yell out in pain, disgusting sobs escaping my lips. And then another kick to the face. Laughter. Then nothing. Silence. I like silence. It blocks out all the horrible things in the world. Except it doesn't. Flashes of those 5 familiar faces glide past my head. Spiteful voices swerve in and out of my brain. Everything is black, but I still have my thoughts. The thoughts of those people's faces. The pure disgust. I can't see anything, I can just hear the words. I try and open my eyes but I can't. I realise I'm unconscious. But how? I can still think, I just can't move. So this is it then. Nobody's going to find me here. I'm just going to die out here. Not that that's a problem, in fact, I'm quite glad. There's no need to apologise. I can hear distant voices, feel my body being lifted. How can I still feel, when I'm not awake? I'm not supposed to be able to feel. Maybe in not unconscious. Maybe I'm just passed out, and all these thoughts I'm having are just dreams. The feeling of me being lifted, that's all in my sub-conscience. Everything I'm thinking, feeling, hearing, all dreams. And that's when it all stops.

I open my eyes and I'm in my nice, comfy bed at home. I sit up and groan in pain. I rip off the bed sheets, ready to assess the damage. 3 big, blue, pancake size bruises on my left leg. Swelling and mild bleeding on my stomach. I reach up and touch my face. I can feel the bruises, feel the dried blood crumbling beneath my fingers. Dad comes in with a tray of tea, lasagne and a big bowl of ice-cream. He puts it down on the floor and gives me a huge hug, not squeezing too tight to avoid putting through more pain. Then he bursts into tears. I try and pat his back, comfort him, but it's not long before I'm crying myself.
'I could have lost you! If I wasn't for-
For Leigh-Anne, calling and telling me where you were!' My head shoots up.
'Leigh-Anne?' I question.
'Yes, she said you got hit by a car but to avoid humiliation you ran to the field, then you passed out' I can feel the rage bubbling in my stomach.
'And you believe that?! You believe that if I got hit by a car then I wouldn't phone an ambulance?! I'm not stupid, dad!' I shout, and he looks on at me, surprised.
'Okay, stop shouting at me! That's all you've done recently is shout!' He's right. Since dad H left 2 and a Half weeks ago I've been nothing but trouble. Shouting, being gobby, not talking. Dad stands up and walks out.
'Tell me when you've grown up enough to talk to me properly' then he stomps out and slams my bedroom door closed.

*Phil POV*
I pull up Skype on my laptop and see that my beautiful husband is online. I press the call button and he answers almost immediately.
'How's it going?' He asks happily.
'Not good. Lexi keeps yelling at me. Now Dan, I'm going to tell you something, and you need to promise not to freak out' he looks at me puzzlingly.
'You're scaring me, what happened' I breathe out.
'Well I got a frantic call from Leigh-Anne on Lexis phone, she said Lexi got hit by a car but then I brought her home in PJs car and she just woke up and started shouting at me and saying that she's not stupid enough to just not move after getting hit and by the looks of the bruises she got beat up' I say that all quickly and burst into tears.
'I miss you' I say quietly. I look at the screen and see that his eyes are full of tears.
'Right, I'm coming home' he says.
'No! You can't!' I shout.
'You need me!' He shouts back.
'No!' I insist. I try and stay strong, not letting the tears spill out of my eyes. I hear Lexi come down the stairs.
'Come and talk to your dad, Lex' I smile at her, but tears are soon threatening to fall when I see the state of her. She trails over and sits beside me.
'Hi dad' She says sadly.
'Lexi you tell me what happened and I don't want you to leave out one tiny little detail' she sighs.
'Well for the past month or so I've been bullied about you guys being gay, and I had a fight with Zoe and Leigh-Anne and they started being horrible, so Paige came round trying to force me to come outside and I slapped her round the face, and I tried to apologise and she just carried on ignoring me, and then on my way home today I was sat listening to music, and this boy, Caspar, asked me of I was alright, like proper sarcastically, so I said 'like you give a shit'and then Zoe punched me, and I kept getting hit by Zoe, Caspar, Jack, Paige and Leigh-Anne' she lies back on the sofa and cries. I put my arm round her.
'Im sorry I shouted at you, dad. It wasn't your fault' she whispers. I look at the screen. Dan is crying too now.
'That's it, I'm coming home!' His voice is angry.
'No! Please! I can look after myself! Please dad?' Lexi pleads. Dan sighs and nods.
'Okay but one more time and I'm not taking no for an answer!' I look over at the clock.
'Its 10, Lexi, you'd best be going to bed. I'm going into school tomorrow to tell them what happened, then I'm getting you a school transfer sheet'
'No!' She says loudly. 'The only thing worse than going back would be not going back' she has a point.
'Okay, if you say you can handle it. Now get off to bed' I kiss her forehead, and she waves goodbye to Dan. Then she goes up to bed. I hang up on Dan, then lie back on the sofa and cry. Why? Why does this happen? I need Dan. I don't want him to come home though. I need him here to kiss me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need him to snuggle up to. I need him.

II feel like the quality of my writing is slowly deteriorating, and for that, I can only apologise. I'm just really stressed out and I'm having a lot of personal problems, and even though I'm really enjoying writing this, and I won't be stopping, the quality is getting very slightly worse.

anyway, R&R and I'll love you forever!

love always,

~Georgie'xo~