Once Christian dropped off Milly, we started our way towards my house. "Take this right" He nods, and turns onto my road. "So, why are you on probation?" I sigh, "Why do you ask?" He thinks for a moment then replies, "I want to understand you. I like the idea of knowing you. You're a very mysterious person Amelia, I like mysteries." I say, "If you tell me why you moved, I'll tell you why I'm on probation." His face darkens.
"Fine. Want the long story or the short?" He pulls up to my house, and I say "You can hang out at my house for a while if you want, then you can tell me the long story." He nods, and we get out of the car. My mom was not home. I swing the door open, and we both walk in. He looks around amazed. "Damn Mia."
I snort, "Ya, pretty big right." He nods, and I show him to my room. We walk in and plop on my bed. He says, "Ok well, it was a dark and stormy night-"
I lightly punch him in the arm, we both chuckle.
"Fine. You're no fun. Alright so I guess I should start from the beginning. Well my mom, and dad got in a car accident. My mom was killed, you've probably heard the cliché stories about the dad blaming the son and getting drunk. Beating the kid up right?" I nod.
"Well where my story differentiates from the cliché ones is the fact that my father was never drunk. My father has extreme bipolar disorders. He'd be fine one second then crazy. For most people the moods last for a couple of days then change. For my father it would be like the snap of your fingers. He kept it hidden from everyone though, he did not want to be in some kind of physiatrist hospital. So my mom always helped him hide the crazy. Well one night I got brave enough to stand up to him. He was in a generally good mood, I told him that I thought he killed my mother on purpose. I told him that I believed he had a mood swing, and crashed his car into another car. To kill him, and my mother. He had a mood swing. He became evil. I had never seen him act this way, it was sinister. He told me about her screams. He told me how she begged him to help her out of the car. He told me he liked it, and then grabbed a knife from the knife block. I had to defend myself. He attacked me, gave me this scar."
He lifts his shirt to reveal a large gash below his ribs, I gasp. It must have been really deep to leave such a giant scar. He lowers his shirt, I only now realize tears pour from his eyes.
He continues, "I got a vase, and smashed it over his head. I knocked him unconscious. I passed out before from blood loss, apparently my neighbor heard my screams. She called the cops. I was barely breathing when they got there. So they took him away, I was put in foster care. That was until I got adopted by this wonderful family. That's why I'm here."
I look down, "Last year I dated this guy, and his name was Andre. He seemed like a good guy, but he was the bad boy at school. He was my first boyfriend. I gave him everything, he was my first time. After we had sex he started getting a little... Mean. My father liked him, especially since his dad was the sheriff. After a while I got tired of how he was treating me, he constantly put me down about everything. I told him that I was breaking up with him. That I would not be treated like I was lesser than him. Well he didn't like that. He took bat from his closet, and hit me repeatedly with it. He broke my leg, I was purple and blue everywhere. Barely recognizable. He left me on the ground in my kitchen.
My father came in drunk at around 2am. I had been falling in and out of consciousness. He saw me and asked what happened, I told him what Andre did. He took me to the hospital. But when they asked what happened he told them that I was jumped in an alley. He didn't want to lose his job for telling on the sheriff's son. He told me if I ever told anyone about what happened that I would have a hell of a lot more to worry about than Andre. So after that he forced me to go, and apologize to Andre.
Andre abused me for 2 years, I couldn't do anything either. So one day I got tired of it. I broke into Andre's house while he was sleeping. I took the lamp beside his bed, and smashed his face. I beat him like he had beaten me oh so many times. His dad came in after he was unconscious, he arrested me. I tried to tell the judge what happened but he didn't believe me. He sent me to Juvie for 2 years, then after that I was on probation for a year. Andre came back. My mom walked in on him having his way with me. That's when she believed me. We changed my look, my once platinum blonde hair was now brown. My bright blue eyes were now brown. My name was no longer Carson Atwood, it was now Amelia. We moved away. To here, but my father is my probation officer so he followed."
Christian looked at me with the utmost sadness, tears still fall from his eyes. I cry as well. He says, "How is your father your PO?" I sigh, "He lied and said I was not his daughter, pulled a couple of strings. He only did it to make sure I never told anyone. And here I am telling you. You're the only person I've told since the change. So please don't tell anyone. And don't pity me. I don't want to be the sad broken girl. So please don't look at me that way."
He nods, "Don't look at me like I'm a sad little foster boy either. Were so messed up Amelia..."
I nod, "Yes we are." He reaches his thumb up, and wipes away a stray tear. We look deeply into each other's eyes. He leans in, my heart leaps forward. He places his lips on my forehead, then pulls me into a hug. Something about him makes me feel I could tell him anything.
I say, "Ok so, what do you wanna do now?" He shrugs, "I probably need to get home, before my foster parents get worried. I'm sure the school already called to tell our parents we aren't there." I nod, a little disappointed that he couldn't stay a little longer. He says, "Why don't we meet at our tree in the woods at 11:00?"
I say, "So it's our tree now?" I wink, he rolls his eyes with a small laugh. "Ya, our tree." My heart flutters. I walk him to the door, and wave him goodbye. After I go upstairs, I need to get these clothes off of me. Once in my room, I shut the door just in case someone comes home. I walk over to my dresser, and grab an oversized plaid shirt.
I pull off my shirt, and pants. Only then do I faintly hear the whistles, and cheering! I turn to the window to see the curtains are OPEN! I look through to see River, Trenton, and Marcus. They all cheer I then hear, "Nice ass Princessa!" I gasp, and drop straight to the ground. I quickly put the oversized shirt on. I stand up, and angrily stomp over to the window. He lives next to me?!!?!? Just my freaking luck.
I push the window open angrily, I yell "You freaking perverts!" They all chuckle, even Marcus? Only then do I notice the bottle of vodka in Trenton's hand, and the blunt in Rivers mouth. I say, "Really? Getting drunk and high on a school night?" Trenton laughs, "Yeahhh! Hey Mia? Did I ever show you my abs?" Marcus scoffs, "Mine are soooo much better!" My eyes widen when River pulls his shirt off slowly.
My mouth falls open as I see his perfectly sculpted body. I couldn't speak. He smirks, "She thinks I have the best!" The others pull off their shirts. Oh my sweet mother of pickles. I was looking at Greek freaking gods. Marcus chuckles, "Our sexiness broke her!" I snap out of it, my face turning bright red. They put their shirts back on, River says, "Hey, why don't you come over here Red!" Go over there, and get drunk with amazingly hot guys. Take a nap. Hmmmmmmm.
"I'm gonna take a nap. Sorry!" River smirks, "We will get you over here one way or another Red!" I roll my eyes at his drunken slurs.
I close the curtain, and hop in bed oh the joy of naps!
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"Help she's gonna kill me if she catches me in here!" I flutter my eyes open lazily, I look around for the source of the voice. Trenton stands next to my dresser with my favorite black lace Victoria secret bra in is hands. "What the hell are you doing!?" I jump out of bed after the drunken idiot! He runs screaming like a little girl towards the window!
I say, "Don't you even think about it!" He jumps straight out of the window, I run angrily to the window. "What the hell are you imbeciles doing?!" They all laugh and high five. River smirks at me, "Come over or we will take a picture of your bra and post it on every social media we have!" I raise an eyebrow, this was their plan?
I say, "It's a pretty damn cute bra if I say so myself, go ahead." Their smiles vanish. River says, "I'll tell everyone we slept together!" My eyes widen, my heart drops. NO!
"Don't!" He smirks, looking at the tag. "34 C. Hmm." I say, "Fine I'm coming!" They all cheer with triumph. I stick my leg out of the window, Trenton holds his hand out for me to take. River has a railing on a balcony across from me. I will not trust a drunk boy to catch me. I push off of my window, catching the railing in my hands I pull myself up.
I say, "Can I come in?" Marcus laughs, "Nooo, we just wanted you to come over to sit outside." I roll my eyes at his sarcasm. I climb up, and into River Kade's room. It was big, freaking huge actually. I snatch the bra from River, and throw it into my window. I say, "Why did I need to come over again?" Marcus smiles, and hands me a bottle of vodka. He says, "Chug!" Why the hell not. I grab it, and start drinking. Oh here we go.