“Hey,” I stated and went back to reiterating my homework. He was on his phone. “Why aren’t you repeating? You will get a bad mark, teacher hates you!” “Why are you worrying about me?” he asked, as he got closer.I sat a little bit farther from him and answered: “I don’t! I am thinking about teacher. She will get annoyed because of you, again!” I explained and trailed off. “I don’t worry about Spanish. It’s my second native language. I’m half Spanish, remember? I know it better than the teacher!” he stated and went back to his phone.Then we had literature. The topic was classic genre.“Which English authors you can name from classic genre?” Mr. Adams asked. I raised my hand, but so did Raf, which caught me off guard.“Raf, please name them!” teacher asked. “Jane Austen, sisters Bron

 “Nothing! Kylie, sweet dreams!” he answered and chuckled quietly. He started kissing me, then my neck.“Steven?” I continued asking, but all he did was kiss me.I understood that I was in trouble. The problem was, that I was blinded by his story to understand that everything was a big lie.“Steven!” I used all of my energy to push him away.But he grabbed my wrists and pulled them against the bed.“Stop, Kylie! Why aren’t you sleeping? Aren’t you a good girl?” he continued whispering.I started panicking. God, what should I do? My eyes started closing, but I wasn’t going to give up. I kicked him below the belt. He was hurt and I won some time, because I crawled to the bathroom and locked the doors. I had my phone with me, thank God. I was worn out and I couldn’t stand straight, so I leaned on the table. I opened my contacts and started searching for Lin

I looked around the room to see if there was anything strange. Especially, I was looking out for the weapon. But there wasn’t any. I slowly got inside the room and when I was close to him, I put my hand over his neck and started choking him little by little .“I see, you are thinking about leaving the country? Wrong move, idiot!” I stated and pulled him up.I held his collars and then hit him in the stomach. He reached to the stomach, cordoning it off because of the pain. I continued hitting his face. His nose started bleeding. He was whining.“What? Now you feel vulnerable?!” I screamed at him, resuming hitting him.He fell down and I started kicking him. “Stop! Raf, you will kill him!” Linc screamed and pulled me away. “Let’s take him to the police station!” Jeremy proposed and we nodded.  Linc and I started dragging him to the car.

He looked at me and then answered: “Yes. Remember, when you were always locking up yourself in your room? You didn’t let anyone come in. I tried a lot of times to come, to talk. I needed someone to comfort me. But I was different from you. You preferred locking up and not letting others talk to you. I did’t consider it being normal. Because you were very depressed until this year. It was because you wanted to be alone, to deal with everything by yourself. But it’s not possible! People need each other during bad times, they somehow, ease the pain. They can’t make you forget about the death of your favourite person, now can they replace them, but they are those who keep us on the surface of the water and don’t let us go down. During the conversation, people are talking and expressing their emotions. They hope that they will talk so much that the pain will go with the words which are leaving your mouth. It’s an illusion, but it sti

 I lifted my eyes and saw...Raf running to us.  “What?!” I screamed. “Do they know each other?” Agatha asked my granny. Yes, I stood there with 2 grannies. I didn’t run to him. I thought, that it would look weird. We haven’t talked for a week after that day. I still don’t know who we are to each other. “Why didn’t you run with Linc?” grandma asked me. I shrugged and looked down. When Linc and Raf came to us, I looked up and saw Raf glancing at me. Maybe, he waited until I ran to him and hugged him. What? No! If he wanted to hug me, he would come to me and do it. I shouldn’t be the one, making this step, considering that he pushed me away from him, not the other way round. “Hey!” he said to me. “Hey!” I answered. “How do you know each other?” my granny asked.  “Come on! Their parents have always been friends with mine! And we always played together, when we were kids. Besides, we go to the