Players In Time

''Oi slut'', i turned to see the fist in my face. A fist in which, i probley diserved. The ways i had changed into, wasnt something i was very proud off. But i done it as a cover from getting myself hurt, again, to stop my self from the thoughts and the feelings of feeling empty, rejected and heartbroken. So i turned to a bitch, a complete and utter 'player'. Some thing that people dont understand. As they havnt been hurt over and over again like you have, they just think your being a bitch, or a slut, or any of the other messed up names people call me at school, in the street, online. My name is Elise Banks, and this is my story.

SMASH... i woke up, coverd in blood on my brand new You Me At Six T-shirt i got from the concert last week. I looked around, i was in a hospital. A note was left on the side. ''Elisee, once again, you got yourself into shit, in which i as your mother is sick and tired of dealing with, once you wake up and your okay to come home, get home, we need to talk...'' I need to tell her, tell her how im a let down to all the family, and how she wont be getting kids of me anyday. Im 16 years old and i know what i want. Its just the way i need to tell my family why i never have boyfriends and how im always out getting drunk bringing girls back saying there 'friends'. The truth needed to be out, i just guess this is the right time to do it. Or is there ever a right time

''You what?'' ''Your what?!'' My farthers face was somewhat, discusted, and somehow i had never seen my farther like this. Yet, the worst was still to come. I had to tell my mother. A homophobic bitch, i guess it wasnt her fault, she had always tried to protect me. Always bought me what i needed and when i needed it. When she herself had thoughts about prehaps being bisexual, her mother shut her out and told her there is no need and thats its wrong, she told me storys on how her mother used to beat her up when she thought of things like that, when she asked her mother for help and advice, so in her eyes, if bisexual was wrong. Im dreading what she will think about being a lesbian.

 ''All those girls you brung home, saying they were mates, they wasnt was they? your a lieing little bitch, i always knew something about you wasnt quite right, worst thing is, your MY daughter. How did i bring you up like this?!''... These words wurled around in my head as i layed on my bed with pictures of these girls, that i told him was my friends. Some in which, ment alot to me, some in which, wasnt just girlfriends but they was bestfriends to. There was something about one of them, the one i had round nearly every day if i wasnt at hers. One that broke my heart and turned me into the player i am. But i guess its not all of her fault. Not her fault im a slut.

''Those lips belong to me?'' I turned around to find her, the one that broke my heart, tracing the lrics that were imprinted into the back of my t-shirt. With that same flirty smile she always gave me if she was feeling a little naughty. I froze, just looking into her eyes. She leaned in for a kiss, thinking no one was looking, and i backed away. Probley one of the hardest things iv ever had to do, to fight my self away from her. ''Whats wrong sweetheart?'' She smiled, as she ran to catch up with the others. Leaving me speechless, with tears stringing down my face.

''Hey Elise'' I turned to find my best mate, ready to confort me with a hug. ''I saw what just happend, dont worry babe, you dont need her'' Whenever i was with Elise, i always had a reason to smile, me and her were like sisters. People even said that we looked alike. With our long brown hair that went just above our hips. Bright blue eyes and a fringe that coverd them. Same style in clothes and music, and we were insperable, one difference. I was lesbian, she was stright, but she never minded. Me and Betheny had been friends since playgroup. We had fights, but back then it was over boys, now, were more closer then ever and havnt argued in over 4 years. Accept from the time i came out i was a lesbian. But she was only mad that i didnt tell her sooner.

''That way, no that way, that way!'' Betheny screamed as we sat at mine playing xbox. In our pjs with cookie dough and ice cream, Bethenys way of mending a broken heart. So every friday since me and that Slut broke up, she stayed at mine, With cookie dough and ice cream. Trying to mind both our hearts.Talking about why we broke up with the ones we loved. With us both in the same sitatuion. She knew how i felt. But what she didnt know that the part of my heart was hurting becuas e of her, as i felt something for her which she didnt feel for me. But i get over it. Just remembering the one i love, the one which i messed up. Or did i just know what she was like from the start?

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In the next chatper you will be seeing more of the girl that Broke Elises heart and i need ideas!

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