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chapter 8.
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Stefan and I just carried on walking down the road, Amber was raging and screaming and Ashley was trying to calm her down. If she smacks me, I’ll just smack her back. Stefan was going on about how he will smack Ashley if Amber smacked me. I dunno, but I don’t care, I wasn’t even listening. All the way through high school I’d been picked on for my looks, for my personality, I used to get called a backstabber and conversation troll, every nasty name under the sun. But it taught me don’t trust anyone and I suppose it made me stronger. When I was in year 9 this girl started having a go at me for anything, she’d call me a convocation troll, what ever happened that was bad in her life-I would get the blame. So I stopped having proper convocations, I stopped going on facebook, I protected my tweets on Twitter. I did anything I could to stop her having anything she could hold against me. She made me feel so low and so depressed for such a long time. Some days I’d wake up feeling sick, because I really didn’t want to go to school, I hated it. That is exactly what Amber and Danielle make me feel like, and Stefan just can’t see it, I suppose I’ve just got really good at hiding my true feelings. We were almost back at the villa when Stefan took me into a shop, he bought some food and drinks, I didn’t know what for, and I really couldn’t be bothered to ask. When we got back to the villa, I took my shoes off and went to toilet, and then Stefan pushed me into our bedroom and locked the door. “What are you doing?” I asked abruptly. “It is for your own safety as soon as Amber gets back, she is going to try and hit you, okay, but she can’t because you’re locked in here. “ He replied with. I just nodded, I wanted her to hit me, maybe it would get this whole thing over and done with. But I just went along with Stefan’s plan.
The front door was slammed shut and I assumed it was Amber, I was right; she was completely screaming and yelling her head off. I actually thought I was going to go insane. After about 10 minutes of inhuman screaming, I had, had enough. So I unlocked the bedroom door and walked out into the living area. “Just hurry up at hit me” I said. She did. She hit me 3 times. A piercing pain travelled all the say through my body, the only sound I could hear was the sound of my heart beating. It was beating abnormally fast; I fell to my knees with pain. I clutched my left eye in my right hand. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. My left eye had swollen shut and my right one was still pretty blurred. I couldn’t hear anything; I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to know what was going on around me. I soon felt really dizzy and passed out. Who knows what was going on, I had really bad nightmares. No matter how much I wanted to wake up, I couldn’t. I soon did though. The next time I opened my eyes, it was late afternoon the next day.
Sunlight flooded the bedroom, it was too much my right eye to handle and I had to squint. My left eye wouldn’t open. I got out of bed and had a look in the mirror. My nose locked broken, it had swelled up to twice the size. Great. I’m going to have a gigantic nose for the rest of my life. My left eye was completely black, and swollen. And I had a massive bruise on the left side of my jaw. I just crawled back into bed, I didn’t know were Stefan was, or anyone was. Who knows what went off after I passed out? How the hell did I get into bed? Did Ashley and Stefan have a fight? What did Danielle say to the whole situation? Questions like these ran through my mind all afternoon. I could hear voices, one was Stefan. I wanted to scream his name so badly, but I didn’t, I just layed there. I had no energy, no energy to move, go to the toilet, get a drink; I had no energy at all. I just layed there. Stefan entered my room, I looked at him. Stefan was medium height, with a brown afro. He wore a cap. He was extremely skinny; he had a rounded face, with bushy eye brows and a bum chin. His teeth are not very straight and he has chapped lips. But to me he is perfect. The closer I looked at his face the more I noticed the bruise under his eye. I sat up in bed. “What happened to your eye?” I asked. Stefan turned to me. “Are you feeling any better?” Why didn’t he want me to know what happened to his eye? He sat on the edge of my bed and gave me a drink. I said thanks and asked him again what happened. He told me. After I passed out, Ashley started laughing and Stefan punched him, Ashley punched him back. They had a fight and now everyone hates each other. I just came out with a sarcastic great. Stefan just smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “So where have you been then?” I asked. “Town, to get some food and stuff” and he showed me the food. I just nodded. Danielle and Dru were arguing, I don’t think they realised we were awake, we stopped and listened. “You don’t want a kid with me?” “I’m not ready for children” “what am I meant to do?” “Have an abortion, I don’t know and I don’t care”. This holiday was turning into a fucking disaster.
The front door was slammed shut and I assumed it was Amber, I was right; she was completely screaming and yelling her head off. I actually thought I was going to go insane. After about 10 minutes of inhuman screaming, I had, had enough. So I unlocked the bedroom door and walked out into the living area. “Just hurry up at hit me” I said. She did. She hit me 3 times. A piercing pain travelled all the say through my body, the only sound I could hear was the sound of my heart beating. It was beating abnormally fast; I fell to my knees with pain. I clutched my left eye in my right hand. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. My left eye had swollen shut and my right one was still pretty blurred. I couldn’t hear anything; I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to know what was going on around me. I soon felt really dizzy and passed out. Who knows what was going on, I had really bad nightmares. No matter how much I wanted to wake up, I couldn’t. I soon did though. The next time I opened my eyes, it was late afternoon the next day.
Sunlight flooded the bedroom, it was too much my right eye to handle and I had to squint. My left eye wouldn’t open. I got out of bed and had a look in the mirror. My nose locked broken, it had swelled up to twice the size. Great. I’m going to have a gigantic nose for the rest of my life. My left eye was completely black, and swollen. And I had a massive bruise on the left side of my jaw. I just crawled back into bed, I didn’t know were Stefan was, or anyone was. Who knows what went off after I passed out? How the hell did I get into bed? Did Ashley and Stefan have a fight? What did Danielle say to the whole situation? Questions like these ran through my mind all afternoon. I could hear voices, one was Stefan. I wanted to scream his name so badly, but I didn’t, I just layed there. I had no energy, no energy to move, go to the toilet, get a drink; I had no energy at all. I just layed there. Stefan entered my room, I looked at him. Stefan was medium height, with a brown afro. He wore a cap. He was extremely skinny; he had a rounded face, with bushy eye brows and a bum chin. His teeth are not very straight and he has chapped lips. But to me he is perfect. The closer I looked at his face the more I noticed the bruise under his eye. I sat up in bed. “What happened to your eye?” I asked. Stefan turned to me. “Are you feeling any better?” Why didn’t he want me to know what happened to his eye? He sat on the edge of my bed and gave me a drink. I said thanks and asked him again what happened. He told me. After I passed out, Ashley started laughing and Stefan punched him, Ashley punched him back. They had a fight and now everyone hates each other. I just came out with a sarcastic great. Stefan just smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “So where have you been then?” I asked. “Town, to get some food and stuff” and he showed me the food. I just nodded. Danielle and Dru were arguing, I don’t think they realised we were awake, we stopped and listened. “You don’t want a kid with me?” “I’m not ready for children” “what am I meant to do?” “Have an abortion, I don’t know and I don’t care”. This holiday was turning into a fucking disaster.
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