Forever. That word stuck in my head for the rest of the night.
Hey bby :)
Hi? That's it.
Yeah I don't think this relationship is going to work out..
Well sorry cause you're going to date me.
But I don't want to.
I shivered. This relationship was going to turn out exactly like the one I had with Matt.
"Matt. Don't touch me." I said walking out of his house. He grabbed my right arm and gripped as hard as he could. I winced when I saw blood dripping down his hand.
"You don't tell me what to do." He said as a tear dripped down from my eye. "Don't cry." I sniffed in and tried my best not to cry. Matt took my bloody arm and dragged me up to his bedroom. "Sit!" He yelled pointing at his bed. I sat down. All of a sudden his hand met my face; Matt slapped me. "That's for running out and being a baby."
"Just let me go!" I finally yelled.
"Shut up!" He yelled back scaring me. "Undress." He commanded.
I stood up and took off all of my clothes except my under garments. He pushed me down on his bed and ripped off my underwear. "Stop!" I yelled.
"I'll let you go if you go along with this." He kissed my cheek.
"No! I am tired of you bossing me around. Get off of me!" I pushed him off of me with the adrenaline I received. "You're the worst person in the world." I mumbled as I grabbed my jeans and shirt. I slipped them on and walked out of Matt's bedroom for the second time. I turned my head quickly and saw him standing there with his jaw wide open.
I ran out of his house and ran back to mine. I turned back and looked to see if he was chasing me. I turned back around to look forward, simultaneously I ran into a boy.
"Amara?" Cameron asked. "Are you okay?" I threw myself at him and he wrapped me in a hug. "Oh my gosh, what happened to your arm?" He pulled my arm off his shoulder and examined it.
"Matt happened." I said with tears coming out my eyes.
"I'm going to-" He started walking past me.
"Cameron, no." I stopped him.
"But he beat you!" He exclaimed.
"Trust me, I took care of it." I smiled remembering when I threw him on the ground.
"I hope you're okay." He gave me another hug.
"I am." I reassured him.
I snapped out of my daydream when I heard a small tap on my window.
A/N: How do ya feel with a background story? Sorry for the small update...yeah I had a 7 paragraph essay due tomorrow and I didn't start so..PROCRASTINATION SUCKS. DON'T DO IT KIDS.
No update for a while btw :(((
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van·quish [vang-kwish, van-] -verb (used with object) 1. to conquer or subdue by superior force, as in battle. 2. to defeat in any contest or conflict; victorious 3. to overcome or overpower #1 in Cameron Dallas 2014 #2 & #3 in Cameron Dallas 2015