The Bad Boy Stole My Car

Chapter one- " Hello Leo, Goodbye Leo."

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Before I start this book I'd like to warn everyone that there will be abusive content in this book. Below I will list the types of content that might be a bit harsh and or a trigger. Although I question my writing ability to properly portray abuse, I am going to warn you about the types of abuse:

-cursing

-alcohol

-drugs and or mention of drugs

-harassment

-suicidal thoughts and actions

Once again these things may not bother you but I would like to warn you. I will try to include an extra warning if necessary. so without further mention, read my child!

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Prologue                                                                   

Here's some useful few tips for your life. My first, be careful who you hang out with, more specifically who you date. Another thing I could tell you is  to keep an extra hair tie around your wrist. I could also tell you, for future reference of course, to lock your car doors. But that wouldn't make my story very interesting would it? Follow all these simple tips and you won't end up like me.

So grab a snack and pull up a chair, I'm about to tell you how the 'bad boy' stole my car.

Chapter 1- "Hello Leo, Goodbye Leo."

      I don't think I have the will to get up today. I  could hear the footsteps of my dad walking  in the hallway outside my locked door. Ever since mom died two years ago he hasn't been himself, he never talks, if he does it's to tell me dinner is in the fridge or my allowance is on the table. The only thing protecting me from his blame, hate, and abuse is that locked door, he doesn't beat me but his hurt filled gaze that will forever avoid me does just as much damage . I don't blame my Father for his behavior, I blame Cancer. Cancer took her from us, from me. I don't know why he hates me with such a burning passion but all I know is he hasn't been able to meet my eyes since the day my mother was placed in the ground, six feet under.  Sometimes it feels like my life was buried down there with her, and maybe it is.

     After I heard my dad close the door to the small apartment we lived in, I rolled out of my queen sized bed. walking on the dark wooden floorboards that creak with every step, I pick out a pair of black leggings and a Nike sweater. I pull my dark mid length hair into a high ponytail before brushing my teeth. I applied some mascara and eyeliner, hoping this would hide the lifelessness I feel from showing on the outside. after this I slip on some white Nike roschees. I grabbed my bag and keys and bounded down the stairs to the back door which opened up to the parking lot. I approached my black mustang convertible, my eyes instantly brightened at the sight of the last thing my mother left behind.

it wasn't a long drive to Oak point high school, but I made sure to cruise extra long, savoring the feeling of the wind whipping my ponytail around. When I finally arrived at school I exited my car and began to search the crowds for my 'boyfriend' Zander. Our relationship is pretty simple; he beats me up in a deserted hallway before and after school, to cover up the exchange we say we are dating. In a way I enjoy 'dating' my bully, its better than self harm. Zander is my only escape from my mental pain, he takes me to parties where we get drunk off our asses, and provides friends for me. If I lose him, I lose them.