:I want to escape from further harm:

Billie’s pov-

Dad- get your ass down here and help us unpack, Billie!

Vanessa- c’mon bitch!

You- I coming!! Just shut up!

You walked downstairs and out the door to the moving van. Your sister smacked you across the back of the head.

Vanessa- don’t you talk to me like that ever again!

You- whatever.

You picked up a box and took it inside. When you came back out, you noticed a guy standing on the lawn next to yours. *wow. He’s really hot!* your dad came up behind you and smacked the back of your head.

Dad- you little slut! You just got here and you’re already staring at some kid just like you!

What he meant by that was the fact that the guy was clearly emo. Just like you. In his eyes you saw the loneliness that you saw staring back at you every morning from the mirror. You got a box of your stuff and took it upstairs. You opened the box and saw that it was the box of your posters. You put them up and then laid down on your bed. You heard a tapping on your window. You looked up and saw the guy from next door right outside your second story window! You jumped up and opened the window.

You- Holy fuck! What are you doing!?

Guy- I wanted to ask what school you were going to. Taylor County or Campbellsville?

You- Taylor County. You could’ve used the door, you know.

Guy- yeah, but I thought that it might be a bad idea judging by the way your dad talked to you today.

You- good call. I’m Billie. What’s your name?

Guy- John. I live next door. You want me to walk you to school tomorrow? I go there too.

You- I’d like that.

John- cool. Well, I’m gonna try to get down now.

You watched him struggle for a minute and then he fell. Hard.

You- Jesus! Are you okay!?

John got up and dusted himself off.

John- yeah! I’m fine!

After he walked away, you were still leaning out the window, when you felt someone pull on your hair.

Dad- who were you talking to?

You- nobody.

Dad- don’t you fucking lie to me!

He threw you across the room and in to the corner. You shrunk towards it. You knew what was coming. There was no point in crying or screaming or trying to get away and you knew it. Hours went by as he beat the crap out of you. He finally stopped and left. You got into your bed and went to sleep. You had a nice dream about John.

The next morning, you woke up, took a shower, and got dressed in an American Idiot long sleeved shirt because you had bruises on your arms from the night before. You crept into Tre’s room to wake him up.

You- Tre! We’re going to be late! Get up!

After he was up, you crept down the stairs and out the front door. John was already waiting on his porch.

You- hey, John!

John- hey, Billie!

Your day went by fairly smoothly. Of course there were the smart ass remarks from the preps like, “Poor little emo couple. I bet after school they’re going to go home and kill themselves!” You and john just ignored them. It did kind of feel like you were a couple, though. You liked the feeling. You didn’t feel as lonely.
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