Chapter One

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Zoey's P.O.V

I feel something wet move up my face and it wakes me up. I open my tired eyes only to see a cute puppy. A husky to be exact. The most beautiful dog I've ever seen.

Memories of what had happened last night come flooding back to me, giving me a headache.

"No! Get away from me!" I shout at the man following me as I am running away. He begins to run and eventually catches up to me.

"No!" A shriek leaves my mouth as my breaths turn harsh and short. His arms wrap around me, my feet then lift off the ground and I start pounding on the man with my small red converse.

"Keep quiet." He calmly says over my screaming.

I stop.

"Why?" I whisper.

"For your safety." This invokes more questions in my head.

"Why would you care about my safety!? You're KIDNAPPING ME!!!" I shout with no care for who hears me. Though it is only midnight, you would be surprised at how many people walk around the forest I'm at the edge of, in the city of Jacksonville, Florida. Unless you were born there, then it's just a normal thing.

He begins to walk deeper into the forest.

"Where are you taking me?" Terror fills my words. Fear boils inside me.

A few moments later of footsteps crunching on broken branches, and the sound of his breathing in my ear, we reach my favorite beach. I look closer at what is on the sand.

A black bag. A large one. Wait...

A body bag!?!?!?

"You gonna kill me!?" He drops me on the warm white sand. My short sweater lands almost all the way up my torso, slightly exposing the bottom part of my black bra. I lie motionless as the sound of beach waves hitting each other calms my nerves while warm air gently soothes my tan skin.

The man comes toward me, speechless, and something shiny catches my eye. More of it shows and I realize what it is.

A knife.

He lifts my shirt, raises the knife above my stomach, and a I scream like there's a ghost right in front of me. Or like there's a guy about to kill me.

He swiftly shoots the blade down, penetrating my skin through my stomach. I let out a scream, hoping someone would hear me.

He lets go of the handle, and lies himself down on the sand.

Huh?

I run away as fast as I can. Exhaustion gets the best of me so I stop and rest on a park bench.

"What are you doing here, girl?" I ask the pup, though I know she can't talk, it's just nice to have someone or something to talk to.

"Wait, where's Bonnie?"

Bonnie is my little sister and she is the sweetest girl you will ever meet. She's selfless but with a sassy twist. Attitude but beautifully kind. I love her.

"Oh my god, I'm talking to a dog. Am I drunk?" I get up and walk around, trying my best to walk in a straight line, but fail.

"Yep, drunk."

Hallelujah baby!!!

I haven't been drunk in a while. I can't even remember what I did before that guy followed me.

Oh wait,

"Who wants to see me get drunk!?" I shout, standing on top of a table in the cafeteria. I'm surprised no teacher has stopped me considering this is actual whiskey.

Shouting surrounds me. All I hear is 'Yes!' And 'Chug!'

The noise dies down a bit.

"Bottoms up!" I shout, practically inhaling the alcohol. More screaming. Great. The taste stings my tongue, and it feels like fire. But I like it like that ;)

This school is terrible!!!

After school, I am walking home with Kyler and Fred, and we stop at Starbucks.

"So what did you guys think about what I did at lunch?" I ask, taking another sip of the vanilla ice coffee.

"That was awesome! I'm surprised you weren't throwing up at sixth period." Kyler says laughing. People start to stare as I attempt to hide in the cushions of the corner booth we are sitting in. My attempt fails, so I resort to hiding behind Fred's muscular body. The smell of his cologne is filling my nostrils. Though I may have had a crush on him in the past, but I now only see him as a friend. Now I'm kind of second thinking that...

Fred moves forward a bit so I completely fit my tiny body behind him.

"Aaaaaawwwww!!!" Kyler teases.

"Shut it Kyler." Fred stiffly says, glaring at Kyler.

"I'm just gonna stay here." I say laughing.

"Heh, okay." Fred shrugs, taking another sip of his iced coffee. I stretch my bare legs out in front of him and take my coffee, leaning forward on his back.

"I'll be right back." Kyler says, getting up and leaving. Instead of heading toward the bathroom like I thought, he left the building with his stuff.

"Why did he leave?" I ask, removing myself from Fred.

"Don't know, don't care." He smiles and sips his coffee. I curl up in a little ball close to Fred, and hide my face in my bare knees.

"What's wrong Zoey?" He asks.

"What?" I lift my head and sleepily look at him. "Oh, nothing. I'm just tired. And upset about...something." I didn't lie, I just gave a very vague answer.

"About what? Your parents?"

I nod, my head still buried in my knees. I am known for hiding. I'm really good at it.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that." He lifts my red face with his finger, and casts me a sympathetic smile. I smile back and he slides his finger off my chin, then takes another sip of his coffee.

"Nah, it's okay." I keep my emerald eyes staring into his ocean blue eyes. He knows about what I have to go through every day.

"Oh, and uh, please promise not to tell anyone what I am about to tell you." I say.

"I promise."

"Last night, I was taking a walk and this guy was following me, so I started running. But he caught me and took me to the beach. I saw what looked like a bodybag, and I asked him if he was gonna kill me. He didn't answer, but soon after, I got my answer."

"What happened?"

"He laid me down, pulled out a knife and slid my shirt up, and," I hug my knees tighter. "And he stabbed my stomach." Tears flood down my face as I burry my eyes in my legs.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" He slides over next to me, and attempts to lift my shirt to see the wound.

"Please, not here." I place my hand on his, and he lets go of my black shirt. "Let's go to your house. I'll show you in your room." It sounded less weird in my head. Saying it sounds like I want to do something else with him.

"Okay, well, let's go. It's not like Kyler's coming back anyway."

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Thanks for reading! This means a lot to me!

I will be making another chapter soon. I am almost finished with it 😁

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