Amelia ForbesIt had been nearly two hours since I met Ashley at Sally's. And although the yogurt had been terrible and what I needed was to sleep it away, I didn't go home. Nana had volunteer work on Saturdays so she wasn't home. And no way was I going home right now to sit there all alone. I would think to a very unhealthy point and probably end up crying and feeling sorry for myself. So I just walked. I walked round Wayne County. Well, it was a small town so it wasn't so difficult. From Sally's I walked past Matty's, carefully of course, to avoid being seen. As I looked through the glass windows at Matty's, I could see people, guys and girls in groups, talking, laughing, having fun. That was me once, I thought. Feeling the sadness coming, I walked past as quickly as I could to shake it off. It wasn't the time for it. After a tour round Wayne County, the only place I hadn't been to was the park. It'd been years since I'd been to the p

Amelia ForbesI was determined to make everything go right today. Maybe not perfect. But just right. Hopefully, good enough to not get into trouble with anyone; Kimberly or Jason. I didn't think I could take any insults or bullying right now. I was weak; physically, mentally, emotionally. You name it. I needed a break from it all. Which was why I'd rounded up the remainder of the project over the weekend. All that was left to do now was fill out Jason's project manual, as I had filled out mine already, and give him a summary of everything I'd done in case we were required to present it in class. As I walked through the hallway with the homework from last week-we were asked to write an essay-I searched for Jason to hand his to him. Easiest way to stay safe from trouble with Jason? Find him before he found you. If he asked me for it first, it'd only be another opportunity to pick on me. And that's exactly what I was trying to prevent. I c

WARNING!!! TRIGGERING CHAPTER AHEAD!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!Amelia ForbesJason had been acting weird. I noticed it as soon as he opened the door for me earlier, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was exactly. Like in the living room just now, he'd suddenly decided that the sound of the lawn mower was distracting, and asked that we move to his room instead. As we walked up the stairs to the room, Jason giving me directions, I noticed in the shadow that he cast behind me that he'd stopped walking and I could feel him staring. What was he planning now? Another prank? That was honestly the last thing I needed right now. As we got to his semi messy bedroom, my eyes roamed for a good place to sit. Jason motioned to the bed. "Just sit there."My suspicion grew and I began to feel very uncomfortable.My dress rode up my thigh a little as I lowered myself onto the bed, and the strange look in Jason's eyes made me wish I'd

Jason Davenport My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway. Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better. Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going really great.The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together. Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen the bitch today. I frowned, hoping she wasn't still sulking about the other day. God, that girl had to be the most dramatic one I'd ever met in my entire life. And she better not have told anyone shit. What would she say anyway? I wondered, smiling. No one would believe her. As if she had been hiding in the corners waiting for me to think of her, she eme

Jason DavenportA knock interrupted me as I was about to start breakfast. Since Dad wasn't home I'd started the habit of taking my food upstairs to my room. And I was really starting to like it. I could lie down lazily on a chair, or even on my bed, my food in a tray, eating at my own pace and leisure. Dad would never had allowed me to do that. We always ate proper. Always on a dining table. But as I was alone, I'd started to indulge in little things I'd never done before."Come in!" I ordered, throwing a potato fry in my mouth. A servant walked in swiftly. "Mr and Mrs Davenport are on their way from the airport. Mr Davenport said to inform you."Oh. They were back. Finally. I breathed out slowly. Dad was okay. Nothing went wrong. "Okay," I responded, waving her away. She gave a short nod and walked out, clicking the door shut. I quickly downed the rest of my breakfast and jumped into the shower. I'd also resorted to sho