In Too Deep

My inspiration to this story came from a dream I had a year or so back. My mind traveled through a different life experience then the life I live now. I have not been abused first hand, but I have witnessed it, so I can not say all that occurs in this short story and all of the thoughts Peyton experiences are how a girl going through an abusive relationships actually feels. Remember ladies and even Gentlemen if you happen to be reading this; suicide is not the only way out. It may get hard sometimes but when you get through it, it just shows that you are a warrior, a champion. When you get through it and I know you will, you show off your battle scars and don't be ashamed, darlings because it just shows you are stronger then the average person. I love you all. Even if you aren't going through depression or contemplating suicide. Maybe your life is fine right now. Just know Their is someone out there who loves and cares for you. I love you all my darlings. I hope you enjoy.  

We've all taken health class, gotten the abusive relationship speech, we've all vowed never to become the dead girl on the TV screen beaten to death by her asshole boyfriend. I was you once, how cliche does that sound right? But you know what I mean, I was untouchable, invincible, so full of happiness. You never think it could be you, so you'll walk into relationship with both eyes closed ready to fall but you won't realize he isn't there to catch you until it's too late you catch yourself. So here I am with a bottle of pills. Pills that can determine if I have a future or not. Your probably wondering what I'm ranting about, why I'm holding death in my hands, haha well the only way you'll truly understand what I'm going through and why I'm contemplating death is if I tell you step by step what happened, so here it goes I guess...

It all started in Math, fourth period in Mrs. White's class.

"Hello? Mrs. Brookes?" the middle aged women asked. She had blue eyes with short blond hair and what looked 99 cent lip stick on her snaggle tooth, I held back my giggles and smiled

"Yes, my name is Payton, Payton Brookes." She cracked a small smile.

"Okay, you'll sit next to Connor. Connor raise your hand please." I nodded in response. I turn around only to feel my heart drop to my stomach and fall out of my ass. I was now staring at the boy raising his hand with light grey eyes, broad shoulders, very muscular body (you could definitely tell he lives in the gym). And his hair, oh my goodness his hair; a chocolate brown color quiffed to the left side. His height was the only thing I couldn't see but I wasn't worried, I know when he stood up he'd be a solid 6 foot maybe even taller.

It wasn't until 30 seconds into my goggling that I realized I had been embarrassing myself in front of the whole class. I was placed in the front of the classroom staring at the god named Connor. After I snapped out of my gaze I look at his face which by now had a pantie dropping, smirk on it. I watched over to him and took a seat, his eyes were placed on me for about 10 minute before he spoke

"What's your name, beautiful?" I'm not sure why but instead of butterflies from the fact that he just called me beautiful, I instead felt frustration and anger it's as if I sense his player quality but I decided to put on a fake smile,

"Payton, Payton Brookes. Why?" I spat, at the time not realizing how much of a bitch I must've sounded.

"Ya know, just wondering what my next girlfriends name is." he said nonchalantly with a sly wink at the end, A wink that made me melt inside, well now that I think of it would, it'd make any girl melt inside. I then scoffed in response. We spent the next hour of class in silence. To get to the point the guy was into me and I was very much into him.

Lunch was okay, well actually it was pretty boring. I made a few new friends, Luke, Michael, Paige, and Izzy. We just sat around and it felt like we were playing a game of 20 questions except I was the only one being asked anything it was cute but hella annoying. I found a reason to leave