She ran. She didn't know what to do, so she just kept running. She didn't know what to think. Thoughts clouded her mind. Thoughts of him. She didn't want to remember him. She hated his guts. But her memories fought harder, and eventually won.
Her life wasn't easy, as you'll find out. It was very difficult. Especially with her parents death. But that's not what I'm getting onto now. What I'm trying to talk about. Now it's him. Alex. The two-timing, back-stabbing traitor. Becca hated everything to do with him.
But she didn't at first. She met him at their school when she was eleven. They started off just as friends, but that changed one day when she was at his house. He was telling her about his apparently 'manly deeds' (which later turned out just to be various forms of bullying). But she didn't know this at the time. Something sparked and within a minute, they were making out on his bed.
It lasted for almost two years, and then-
She tried to pull away from the memory.
"No.." she mumbled. She didn't want anything to do with anyone. She reached her room. She unlocked the door and furiously grabbed a coke from the minibar. She slumped on her bed.
She stared blankly at the TV for some prolonged amount of time. It could have been hours. She looked at her watch. It said: 11:42. She drained the dregs of coke from the can and chucked it into the bin. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"What?" Becca called out angrily.
"It's me," came Dan's muffled voice. "Can I come in?"
"Sure." she sat up on the bed as Dan walked in. He swept his damp black hair out of his eyes. It must have been raining outside. She hadn't noticed. "What is it?" she inquired.
"I just wanted to ask where the new guys were, apparently I'm supposed to, to quote Tag, 'apologise for my despicable behaviour'."
"I haven't seen them, well not for about half an hour, anyway." she replied.
"Oh that's a.. um.. shame.." He shuffled across the room, turned his back on her and started to walk away.
"He kissed me." she said.
Dan stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around with a confused look on his face. "Who did what?"
"Liam kissed me."
"And what did you do?" he sat down on the bed next to her.
"I kicked him."
"You kissed him back?"
"Kicked. I kicked him. In the balls."
"Oh.. And how did he take it?" he asked.
"I don't know. I ran before I found out." she was looking down at the carpeted floor.
He put his arm around her. "Can I five you some advice?" She nodded. "Don't let Alex hold you back. You know what you want."
She pushed his arm away, stood up and walked across the carpeted floor."We've been through this Dan..."
"Because of him, just because of one person, we can't be together? We both know how we feel!" he sounded almost annoyed.
"It's not him..." she muttered. But suddenly she was weak. She didn't know what was happening, or why she did it, but she didn't care. She walked towards him, put her arms around him and they kissed. After a while, she pulled away and put her head on his shoulder. "I know how we feel..."
It had all been pouring back into her head throughout the conversation.
What he did to her.
They had been going out for the best part of two years. Things were going well. She actually loved him. And she thought that he loved her back. But sadly, it wasn't a mutual feeling.
One day, that started just like any other day. She went to Alex's house for the day. They chatted, watched a movie and made out. At one point, Alex needed to go to the loo. Becca was sitting on his bed smiling, when Alex's phone received a text message. She glanced at it, looked away, then realising what it said, she looked back in horror.
heeya babe xx
cant wait 4 the moviee tonight! ;)
luv u <3
She looked at some of his other received texts. He had received similar texts from a number of girls. They included:
looking forward to 6
cya then ♥ xx
loved last night
where u wanna make out next? lol ^_^
just checkin babe
u r single, right?
It made her sick to her spine. She heard Alex flush the toilet. She was standing up, still holding the phone. Alex walked into the room and saw her.
"What are you doing, babe?" he asked nervously as he saw Becca's angry face. "Oh shit."
"Don't 'babe' me, you two-timing, backstabbing son of a bitch!" she yelled. She punched him in the face and kneed him in the balls. "We're so done." She stormed out of the house.
Her parents died when she was six years of age. She had no idea why, but they where yelling at night. It woke her up. She crept downstairs and peered into the room through a crack in the door. Her father was brandishing a knife. Her mother was trying to calm him down. Then it happened.
Her father lunged for her mother with the knife. It slit her throat. Dark red blood flowed from her neck as she fell the the floor dead. Her father, coming out of his drunk stupor and realising what he had done, put the knife to his throat. "God forgive me." he muttered. And then he killed himself.
Becca ran into the room with tears streaming out of her eyes. She knelt in the pool of blood and she hugged her parents. "It's a dream." she muttered. "Just a dream." She wanted to wake up in her bed. But this was life. She spent close to three hours just lying in the pool of blood. And that's how the police found her after she called 911. She was still crying.
A caseworker took her to a care home. Eventually she got fostered. But her new parents weren't exactly perfect. Her new mum smoked cigarettes and injected a weird substance into her arm every hour. And her new dad?
He was like a demon sent from hell. Scratch that, an evil moulesting demon sent from the darkest point in the universe.
Scream. Gag. Scratch. Cry.
This "oh so kind" and "oh so adorable" man who had been so sweet as to adopt a girl, whose parents had so tragically passed away, was nothing more than a villain, a devil, a rapist. It was four years before she invited a friend home from school. Her sweet father slapped her, and sent her friend away, but thankfully, her friend told her own father, who called the police, thus ending the piece of fuck's reign of terror over Becca.
No one else ever found out. She didn't want them to.
A grey haired women in her sixties (she's dead now, God rest her soul) wanted to adopt Becca full time. She was thirteen at the time and she was desperate for a normal life. But she received far from it. For that old woman was the owner of ARK at the time, and that's where Becca was taken. That's how she got there. That's why she was there to save Saul and I. That's why she was there to save the world.
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