Forbidden Love

chapter one

IM SO EXCITED I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT. I'm not going to be doing a lot of author's notes though. I'll try to upload like three times a week I'm not making any promises but I'll try. wowowo this is already making me cringe.

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  "This is for being a worthless piece of shit daughter. I'm ashamed to be related to you," my father spat as he pulled the trigger that was aimed between my eyes. I screamed as I woke up. It was another nightmare. I usually have them about my father abusing me, but never like this. I wiped away the tears that were streaming down my face. I tried calming myself down by saying some shit that my best friends Nora and Kelsey told me to do when this p
happens. I tell them everything and I trust them completely.

"It's just a dream. My parents love me," I whispered to myself. I laughed at myself thinking that. I had almost convinced myself. Almost. I got out of bed and started getting ready for another stressful day of school.

I was wearing black jeans and a black shirt. I ran downstairs with my backpack and homework to hear my parents talking about work. That's all they talk about aside from politics and my grades, of course. I went straight for the front door, hoping to avoid my parents. "goodbye," said both of my parents. I wasn't going to say goodbye just because I would probably get ignored. "I might go to the mall today with Nor and Kelsey after school" "okay whatever," said my dad. They obviously didn't care and were too into their conversation to care. "Not that you would care anyways." I said under my breath. "WHAT?" My dad roared. "Haven't we taught you not to disrespect us?!" he sneered. "I-I'm sorry." I stuttered and attempted to walk out of the door towards my car. I started to open the door when it was slammed back and my father's arm was blocking my way. "don't ever disrespect us or you know what happens." He said with forced smile on his face. He was trying not to scream at me so if someone heard the door slam, they would hear the smile on his voice and completely ignore what he was saying. I opener the door and walked towards my car. It wasn't until I tried putting the key into the door to unlock it that I realized I was shaking. I was deathly afraid of my parents. They don't even care about me as a person. The only time they care is when my grade in any of my classes goes lower than a 95%. Which they don't even care about me. They care about the number more than me.

I got out of my car and walked towards to my first class. I wanted to get the first part of my day done as fast as possible considering it's the only classes that I don't have with Nora and Kelsey and that I do have with the douchebag of the school, Harry Styles and his "gang." Along with having my classes with them, I also had it with the popular girls of my school who loved to torment me for some reason.

Occasionally Harry would tag along too but not often. I don't blame them. I'm a like a plague. Nobody likes me and likes to stay away from me at all costs. I'm a burden and I'm ugly. I hate myself.

I walk into my first period with my head hung slightly. I sit in my seat which is in the back where I like it. I go over my homework as the school's popular girls walk into the room. They look at me and snicker and point. I didn't even have to look up to know that they were laughing at me. I continued checking my homework. I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. I looked up from what I was doing and looked around the classroom when I saw him. A pair of emerald green eyes was looking at me. No, not looking at me. It was more like they were looking inside my soul. it was like he could see every lie that I've ever told and every thought I've ever had. It was no other than Harry Styles. My parents wanted me to stay away from him. They had heard rumors of him and they thought he would be a "distraction" and they "didn't want me to end up like him." They didn't even care about me. All they care about is their status and their little Tessa hanging out with a "guy like him" would look bad.

I looked down when I saw two boots standing in front of my desk. "Sorry about that," he said. His voice was deep but you could hear the smirk on his lips. "Not that you care anyways." I said. I immediately regretted what I had said. I knew he was probably going to say something about me and I knew better than to say anything or everything will become worse.

"No really." "What they're doing is terrible." He said. I could feel something boiling inside of me. It might have been anger, but I don't know. Sure I've felt anger before, but never like this. "You act like you don't do the same," I said with a laugh that was dripping with sarcasm. "Look at me." I looked up so my eyes were looking into his, but my head was still down. "I realized what I was doing was terrible." I considered forgiving him until I remembered what he had done.

What my parents had said was running through my mind. I stretched my arms out a little and the crossed them. What I didn't realize is that this had caused the tips of my scars to show. "Look" he said. He was about to say something. I knew it. He looked down at me. He noticed the scars showing and his eyes widened then softened. "What happened?" He gestured towards my wrists. "Wha?" I said. I looked down. "Shit shit shit shit what the fuck have you done Tessa?" I thought to myself as I desperately thought of an excuse that would be believable. Coming up with nothing, I said the most unbelievable thing ever. "Um my cat scratched me." I pulled down the sleeves of my jacket. "Oh." Desperately trying to make him to leave before I fuck up everything more than it already is I said in a quiet voice "anyways I should get back to this before the teacher comes in." "Okay. I'll see you later." Wait what? I'm not going to see him later? Thoughts ran through my head faster than I could comprehend them. When I remembered. I had three more classes with him after this one.

The substitute teacher came into the classroom in a hurry. "sorry I'm late. There was a bunch of traffic," she said. "I'm Mrs. Van Deraa for those who don't know me already," she said as she straightened out her dress.

Throughout the who class period I saw Harry looking back at me as he talked to his friends. I heard the popular girls talking about me from the row of chairs beside me. I tried to ignore them as much as possible, but I couldn't help but overhear them. "Shes so fucking disgusting." "I know right! Just look at her!" "She should just do the world a favor and kill herself already." With the last remark, the girl raised her voice to make sure I heard it. It felt like I had been stabbed in the chest. I tried to ignore them as tears started to pool in my eyes. I raised my hand to go the bathroom. Mrs. Van Deraa agreed. As I was walking out of the door, I heard the girls talking behind me. "fucking pathetic." They said as I walked out of the classroom and the tears spilled over. I rushed to the bathroom as fast as I could.

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sorry it sucks. FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME ON GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES THAT I MAY HAVE MADE THOUGH. Wow gr8 Madelyn! you got something done!!! haha this sucks. I lowkey hate my writing :)) THIS IS SO SHITTY IM SORRY FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ACTUALLY READ THIS. if you're reading this, thank you. Ily :)