Jessica Skeeter was a normal 18 year old teenager. Besides the fact that her dad was an alcoholic and has been making her do drugs, alchohol and do illegal things for him. She has been beaten by him too and her body has been hurting her bigtime. She decides to run away from her dad and meets a sweet 19 year old teenager boy named Baxter, he took her under his wing and once he got to know her more, he beat her up and neclected her feelings and has tried to rape her a few times but failed. She then decides to run away from Baxter and meets 5 teen boys who all love her to death. She on the other hand never wanted to fall in love with anyone else because of Baxter. The boys all want to help her but one of them starts to lose their control. Will Baxter come for revenge? What will happen?

Stop asking yourself and find them out!


18. Feels Like Hell.

Jessica's P.O.V

I opened my eyes slowly and blinking a few times. I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. But WAIT. I'm not on the street anymore, not home, not at Bax's place. Where the hell am I? Who took me here? Stupid questions... Time to find the answers.

A nurse was walking by. " Uh excuse me?" She continued walking past me like nothing happened. Stupid person. " Fine. I'll ask someone else. Ignorant bitch." I whispered to myself. "Excuse me. Can you come here?" I questionned the person nearby. "Sure." "Where am I?" " Oh, your at the hospital. 5 kind boys brought you here." " Who?" " 5 kind boys. They brought you here. And luckily you are healing, any longer they took could've killed your immune system." I raised an eyebrow. What does she mean by that? Am I not fine? I was probably just really tired.

" What do you mean?"

" Well according to your tests... You have a huge lack of sleep. The alcohol and drugs hurt your immune system pretty badly. But luckily you made it in time and you may fully heal in time." She read off of a clipboard with my report. She then left me alone in the room. I layed back down in my bed. 5 guys rescued me. I don't even know 5 people. Hmm. And the alcohol has been killing me since I was 7? Yes, it started me on alcohol since I was 7. I was so young, I admit. And what does she mean by drugs? Does she mean by what does she mean by the drugs? The ones dad's been giving me?

Then a man in a white  lab coat entered the room. What is he doing here? Did he save me? Wow wait, theere's the person I was talking to.

" So... Is your name Jessica?"

" Yes. Why?"

"Oh im your doctor."


He flicked at flashlight in my eyes.

" Ahgg! that's bright!"

" I just have to give a few tests. Now follow the light with your eyes." He started moving the light left and right. I looked at it as it moved.

" Good." He put a cold round thingy around my heart.

" Ay that's cold! Cold! Coooold!!!" I yelled.

" It's supposed to me. It let me hears your heart beating."

" Ok now can you sit up for me?"

" Yes." I said sitting up.

" Does it hurt when you do?"

" No. Well a bit."

" Ok. Now im gonna give you a needle in your arm. It will hurt for a few seconds."

There in his hands were a big pointy long needle.

" Ow! Aggg!" I screamed in pain.

" Good." He said while I rubbed the area of my arm where I got the needle. And let me say, it hurt like hell.

" Now move your wrists around in a circle." I did as told.

" Good. Now your arms and legs." I again did as told.

" Last but not least. Your feet."

I started moving my right.

" Ok, now your other..."

I started moving my left.

" Shiiiit! Shit! Ow it really hurts!"

" I'll do a scan on that. Be right back."

Well. Interesting.



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