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!


23. Names.

Minutes pass by and I must admit, this Niall guy might be getting on my good side, and making me giggle, and smile, and a whole bunch of other crap I swore not to do. Even if I scold myself, I keep doing it. Soon enough entered. " Your time is up! I'll be sending the next in." Niall followed him into the hall, as I waited for the next boy. Now, before he comes in, don't be nice. Him and his bastard friends are just using me for father and bax. Suddenly, the next boy entered. He had dark brown/black hair with perfect cheekbones and beautiful drak brown eyes an-- What are you doing! What did you just yell to yourself!? 

" Hello, im Zayn." He flashed a smile, with perfect straight teeth and pearly white a-- you are doing it again! And a british accent! Do they all have cute mesmerizing accents?

" Hi." I said plain coldly, like I did with Niall. I won't let him go near my good side. He's a sworn enemy." Hey! I deserve a proper welcome! Me and the lads saved you!" He repeated, like Niall.

" Fine. Hi, im Jessica." I mocked. " That's better, but not enough." he tapped his foot and crossing his arms. I loudly sighed, this won't be easy.

" Jessica." I held out my hand for a shake. " Handshakes are for pussies. 'Gimme a hug!" He teased and hugged.

Ok fine, I hugged back. Ive never been given any friendly hug.

Did you hear him call you pussy?

Shut up you stupid thing.

Why? did you not hear him call you a pussy?

He did not call me pussy! He said handshakes are for pussies, not I am a pussy!

You were doing a handshake, so that means he called you a pussy.

If you are me, than he practicaly called you one too!

Fine, you win.

" Uh, Jessie! Hello! " He waved his hands by my eyes. Just like Nial-- Jesus! You just met the boy yet you are already letting him fucking get to your head!

" Don't ever call me that." " Jess?" "No." " How 'bout... uh, Essie!" " Go ahead, but no Jess, or Jessie."





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