Runaway9468

Another World.

Chapter 23 - Part 2.
  
"I haven't told Harry or any of the guys about this. When I was 14, I dated this guy. Michael. Everyone thought we were perfect for eachother. I did, too. We dated for a year, then I dumped him because he cheated on me.. then I was at a party at my friends house, and he was there. He saw me, and took me into a room upstairs, and everything was kind of fuzzy after that. The last thing I remember was him unbuckling his belt and saying 'I've been waiting for this moment for a long time baby.' then I blacked out. I woke up and we were both.. naked and in a bed.. with.. his.." she looked up at me to see if I got what she was saying and I nodded. "So I screamed and he woke up. I was putting my clothes on but he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing and touching me.. I told him to stop. But he didn't. I pushed him away and then he.. he started.. hitting, kicking, punching, pinching, anything he could do to hurt me, he did.. Liam... he.. he got me pregnant." her voice cracked at the last part, and my eyes widened again.
"My mother was furious. I got an abortion. He hurt me whenever he could. Everyone at school called me a s/ut and I was bullied, for a long time. Then I moved, and started over." she finished, shuddering at the memory.
I pull her into a very tight hug, and she burried her face in my chest and started to sob. I stroked her hair, and whispered good things into her ear, trying to make her feel better. But even I had tears in my eyes.
We sat like this for a good half an hour, then she pulled away and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry." she whispered. "It's okay, don't worry." I replied, giving her a weak smile.
"I'm gonna go wash my face." she sighed and walked to the bathroom.
"Hey mate, where's Destiny?" Harry asked grogily.
"She went to the bathroom." I replied, wiping my eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting next to me.
"Nothing, I just yawned." I answer.
Destiny comes out still crying, and Harry immediatly stands up and hugs her.
"What's wrong babe?" he whispers.
"I.. I fell and hit my back." she quickly lies. "I'll be right back."
She runs back into the bathroom and Harry looks at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Harry, some very bad things happened to her. She will tell everyone. I'll see if she will tonight." I respond.
He nods, and goes and waits by the bathroom door.
As soon as she opens the door, he pulls her into a tight hug and kisses her lightly on the cheek.

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This really is the last time I'll get to go on Witty...
I'm in hospital right now, my family weren't even allowed to see me until last night. I wanted to talk to all of you people one last time, but the doctors wouldn't let my mom take a laptop - I begged them for an hour to let her, even if I could only use it for 15 minutes (I also begged them to let me see my girlfriend, I can be VERY persuasive when I want haha) ... I was THAT desperate.
But yeah. This is the last time I'll be on Witty.. I could be dead within 2 weeks. It sucks, but everyone will go on without me. They all know that even though I'm not physically with them, I'll always be there; and they can always talk to me, even though I won't be able to respond.
Gah, there's SO many things I want to say to you all, but I don't know how to say them, and anyways I always end up saying the same kind of thing in my quotes in the hope that people would be inspired. I'm a bit of a fail, aren't I? I'm certainly no Martin Luther King Jr, or Nelson Mandela or any of those awesome inspirational people.. I'm just an ordinary 15 year old kid who's going to die of cancer :Z But I still try. I don't like giving up. And I've been told before that my quotes have saved people's lives. That's.. just amazing. It makes me feel like I have made a difference, even though it was just a small difference to the universe. Does that make sense? .. No, I didn't think so. x_x
So, all I can say now is.. Read my other quotes. You don't have to fave them, just read them. And never give up on your life. You can get through this. There's always someone going through worse than you; someone who'd give anything to be you.. Like, I'd give anything to be one of you people here than be dying of cancer like I am now.
You want to be beautiful? Just believe in yourself. Confidence looks good on a girl.

Thanks for all the love and support, Witty. You all mean the world to me. I love you. <3
- FramingMatthew


 

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Long, but well worth the read.



I am sick of this. Every one of you girls who have talked awfully
 about all the guys on Witty should be ashamed of yourselves.
I don't care what you think about them or who you think they are.
They have to sit there and defend their selves against you because
all you want to do is whine and criticize them because you don't
think they have a right to be here. You are mean, cruel, and heartless.
Maybe I'm wrong in some aspects, but admit it, what you are doing is horrible.

You complain constantly about not being good enough for people.

You complain about "society" not treating you right.

Well, you know what? I don't care how much hate I get
this from this, actually, I hope I get tons just so this
will be in the top quotes and everyone can see.

 What gives you the right to be on Witty and talk about your life,
 make quotes, and simply be here if others can't?
What? They're not the right gender?

Here's the thing Witty is for everyone, we're supposed to be some family?
 Start acting like one! So, if you're allowed to be on here and
 talk about how "society" is absolutely horrifying then stop,
 just for one second and think about what you're saying.
You are society; you are the one hurting someone, so I will leave you with this:

If you're man enough to dish it out, be man enough to take it.





Otherwise, keep to yourself, because you're doing the exact
same thing people are doing to you. What does that make you?


A bully.

(I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings but you needed to hear it from somone. I hope you don't hate me,
but I know what I'm saying is right, so believe me, I don't regret any of it.)*

 More Than This
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Truly I’m actually kind of scared for the news. I mean what if mom told them about my Cancer? And they decide that it’s just to much to bare and just send me back home or something?
“What is it?”
“Well we have to stay here in Bradford for a couple more weeks to help watch over their kids until the house is finished and won’t be home until you start school. I’m sorry.”
“Uh, it’s fine. Harry’s here and is keeping me company.” I pushed the blankets back and sat up leaning against the bed frame. 
 "Okay! Well I have to go dear, sorry again.” We exchanged goodbyes before the line disconnected. I placed my phone on the charger and padded out of my room going down to Harry’s. I heard him talking so I pushed the door open and saw him on the laptop. Probably doing a twitcam. He looked up at me. “Don’t you knock?”
“Sorry. But your mom isn’t coming back for a couple of more weeks.”
He groaned and ran his fingers through his dark, messy curls.”Alright.”
I shut the door quietly and headed back to the bathroom and climbing into the shower and turning the water on. I took my time showering letting the cold water release all the pain and tension in my shoulders.
I finally forced myself to shut off the water and stepped out wrapping a towel around me. I dried off quickly changing into my strapless black bikini and whipped my wet hair up into a pony tail. My hair was to thick to leave down for too long. I pulled some jean shorts and a tank top on over my bathing suit.
“What is taking you so long?” Harry groaned from outside the door. I grabbed my make-up bag from my drawer and wiped on some eye liner and mascara. The boys are coming tomorrow so we have to go grocery shopping. We were going to go after we got done sightseeing but then I got ‘sick’.
“Almost done don’t get your panties in a twist.” I rolled my eyes though he couldn’t see and closed my mascara tossing my make-up bag back into the drawer and closing it with my hip.
“Hurry up!” Harry whined a moment later while I made sure that everything looked okay. I pulled the door open and a very tired looking Harry stood leaning against the wall across from me. “Impatient much?”
I headed down the hall and into my room grabbing my purse and phone after taking my medicine quickly. I headed out to Harry’s second car which would be his black Range Rover.
I flipped on the AC waiting on Harry to exit the house.
When he finally did he locked the door then climbed into the driver’s side and we started out of the driveway and into town. We pulled into the shopping center and headed inside grabbing a shopping buggy and we started down the aisles putting random snack into the cart. I got some things that I couple make simple such as spaghetti, fettuccini, and tacos.
 Harry told me a little bit about the boys as we walked around the store collecting various items we would need. “Are you sure your feeling okay?” Harry questioned placing his hand on my forehead. I was startled by the sudden touch and nodded my head. It feels corny to admit but I felt sparks when our skin came into contact with each other.
I started to push the buggy down the drinks isle and Harry followed behind. It’s sweet how caring he’s being but he went a little overboard earlier. He barely let me out of bed to pee. He sat with me and kept my company by talking to me. Bringing me stuff to eat although I wasn’t hungry I forced it down so he wouldn’t think I was still sick or whatever.
We talked about everything from our parents divorces to our favorite colors. It was nice actually and I definitely feel a lot more comfortable living alone with him now.
“Okay so let’s hurry this up so we can get back home and get things cleaned up before the boys come tomorrow.” Harry grabbed random cases of pop and placed them in the bottom of the cart.
“I’m sure they don’t mind your messy ways.” I smirked as Harry overtook pushing the buggy.
“I’m not messy.” He defended himself.
“Ha! If only that were true.” I shook my head smiling, thinking about all the messes in the kitchen I’ve had to clean up that were Harry’s.
Or the random particles of clothing that Harry has randomly shed off. He reached out to me to shove me playfully but I thought he was going to tickle me and my first reaction was to run. So I did. I laughed and started down the aisle away from Harry. 
 
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Teenage Dream
Chapter 1
Knowing that I made a huge difference on my appearance this year, I decided to put more work into make-up, and clothes, and hair.
I braided my brown, silky hair onto the side of my head.
I put on pink eyeshadow, and fainted lipgloss. 
I put on about 4 blinks of mascara.
I put on a floral crop top and denim shorts.
I put on pearl earrings, and put on a pair of gray flats with roses on the tips. 
I looked in my mirror to see if I looked presentably decent, I smiled and grabbed my purse.
Since I was acne free, I was glad I didn't have to worry about caking foundation on my face.
"Faye, breakfast is ready!" she yelled from downstairs.
"Coming." I said.
This was my first day of highschool, and I couldn't wait to see people's reactions of my change in appearance.
I grabbed my phone from my desk and put it in my purse.
I walked down the stairs and looked to see what breakfast my mom made today.
Cereal.
I hurriedly ate my cereal, and began walking to school.
I met up with my friend, Olivia, at school.
"Girl, you look gorgeous!" she said in awe.
"Thanks." I said, smiled.
"No problem. Boys are already checking you out." she giggled.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Come on, Liv. Let's get practical." I said, grinning.
"I'm being one hundred percent serious. Look!" she said, pointing to Nick, my crush, who was staring at me.
"Well, maybe." I said, smiling.
I waved to Nick and he walked over to me.

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