Run-Away

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!

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5. Questions. Questions. Questions.

It's not a big deal, I love to help those in need. In fact, one a month, I give about 300 of my paycheck to charity." Baxter said. Okay wow, now that is someone who really does care about the poor and needy. " You love to help others..." I explained. That's good because then I know he won't hurt me because he wants to help me. I closed my eyes because I was a bit tired from running. A few minutes past and I could already smell it." Wake up Jessica, Your Grilled Cheese is ready!" He yelled from the kitchen.

I opened my eyes and hopped on my right foot to the kitchen table. Then he layed my grilled cheese on my plate who was laying on the kitchen table from the spatula. " Smells good..." I said. I took a bite out of it and I was in love with the taste. I savoured every last crumb.  When I finished it, I was already craving another, because like I said a few days ago. Or actually last night, Im always hungry and I love eating but I don't want him to work hard for me. I mean he's aready helped me enough... " Tomorrow, im taking you to the hospital to get a cast and some crutches for that foot..." " Thanks. I just, Im so happy I found you." " I am too, Im almost helping charity. So it works for me." I smiled. He sat on the table next to where I was eating and now finshed and he had a wierd look on his face not possible to describe. " You know until you get your crutches... Ive got some skiing poles that can satisfy... It may not be the greatest idea but it will help for now..." He said and got up and into a little storage room under his stairs and got the ski poles he was talking about and handed them to me. I stood up holding them and walked on my right foot. It was suitable.

" Thanks again Bax." " Bax?" " Yea, it's short for Baxter." " I knew that..." He said sarcasticly. I just rolled my eyes and we had a bit of a chat about himself and his family, his past and pretty much everything about him. Then his Coo-Coo clock struck 11 and he wanted me to have a rest. Okay... First night sleeping in a comfy warm and SAFE, home. Finally.

Baxter's P.O.V

When I saw her in that ally up close, she looked pretty bad. And knowing myself, I love to help others and well, here's my chance to help one in need. It was my mission. Jess, she hurt her left foot. I couldn`t find out much about her in our chat but she got a heck load of me.I told her like everything about me. I was just about to ask her to tell me about her but then my grandfather`s Coo-Coo clock struck 11 and the peep`s out of the Coo-Coo bird chirped 11 times meaning it`s 11. I wanted her to get a good night`s sleep because it looks like she never sleeps. I helped her upstairs and led her to my room and got the bed ready and gave her some clothes she could use as PJ`s.

So anyways, I turned my back against the wall to l;et her change." Are you peeking?" She asked me. " No, and why would I?" I could hear her change. " You can turn around now Bax." " Are you sure?" " Yes, why would I lie?" I turned around and we gigged at how she mocked me saying my last words. So I helped her get comfy in bed and turned out the lights and opened the door. " Anything you need?" "No." "Ok, Goodnight Jess." I was about to close the door when she said " Please, don't call me Jess, Bax." "Ok.. Goodnight!" I said once again. I closed the door softly and got ready and settled to sleep on the couch downstairs. It came to around 12 when I was between the vortex of awake and asleep when I heard running upstairs into the hallway and into the bathroom and puking. Why was she puking. Was she sick? Allergic to something? Was she pregnant? Or anything else?  Questions. Questions. Questions.

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