Please, Don't.

Rebecca Johansen is a pretty average teenage girl, her grades are pretty normal - B's and C's. But the things she's been hiding for so long have finally come out.
What will happen when she meets her idols who basically saved her life?


4. Chapter 3

My mum finally picked me up from school and gave a full lecture in the car about what happened, all I wanted to do was go home and talk to Kieran, he’s the only person who cares about me. We finally reached home and I rushed inside and locked my door, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialled Kieran’s number, “Yeah,” he answered, “Hey babe, can we hang out tonight?” I asked, “um yeah sure, come over in about an hour?” he replied, “Sure, I love you,” I smiled through the phone, “Yeah okay, bye,” he said hanging up.

A hour later I stood outside Kieran’s house knocking on the door, waiting for him to answer, he finally opened the door and let me in, “So what’s up?” he asked taking me to his bedroom, “I had a bad day at school, and just needed to see you, I missed you,” I smiled, “Yeah whatever,” he replied sitting on the couch, he patted the cushion next to him, “Sit,” he demanded, I nodded and sat next to him, he suddenly moved closer to me and put his hands on my legs rubbing them, he looked at my lips and started leaning in, he was inches from my lips when I turned my head away from him, “What the fuck are you doing!” he yelled standing up, I looked at him and shook my head, his hand impacted with my cheek, I let out a whimper, “You do what I say okay!” he yelled picking me up by my hair and pushing me against the wall, I nodded scared not knowing what to do. Kieran had always had anger problems and would always hit me if I didn’t do what he told me to, but I loved him and I was afraid to leave him, he’s always been the jealous type, even when I was dating his best friend, who passed away in a car crash a year earlier, after that happened he changed, he told me he loved me and I believed it.. I snapped out of my trance and realized he was hitting me in the face over and over and over again, “Stop!” I cried/screamed, i pushed him away from me, “We’re over okay! We’re so over!” I cried running out of the door. I was so scared about what would happen next, but I knew what I have to do when I get home to escape from all this crap. 

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