The Boy with the Beanie

Not recommended for kids younger than 13........................................................................................
Maya Jacobs was in love with her boyfriend. Until., he abused her and kicked her out of the house. She is just a homeless 18 year-old girl on the street and can barely afford a place to stay. At the park she finds a boy who she might want to be with for the rest of her life. He helps her out with most of her problems except for the thing she really wants................................................................................................................................... Please be a fan of me. I am going to try and write a lot more fan fiction for the boys and some other stories. Please like this story and add to favorites? Thanks! Love you guys!:)

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  "Get the fuck out!!! I don't want you anymore." He yells at me. I stand there with tears in my eyes. "Get the hell out of my life. You are pathetic!!" That's when he grabs my arms and squeezes my body together.    

"Ow!! You are hurting me!!" I screeched punching my fists into his rock hard chest.

   I hear him let out a deep chuckle. I was now scared for my life. He then wrapped his arm around my neck and started whispering in my ear. "Listen, you little slut, if you don't get everything out of here in the next hour, I will make you wish you had never met me."

     I bit hard down his wrist. I heard him yell in pain. He released me and I ran to the bathroom and locked. He started pounding and yelling on the door. I sat on the toilet with my knees tucked into my chest. My eyes watering and my body rocking back and forth.

   His yelling and pounding stop, his footsteps get quieter. I hear the door slam, and look out the window to see his car speeding away. I hope he gets a ticket.

  I don't even bother crying while I pack. All I want to do is just get out of the hell-hole. I pack a few suitcases and walk out the door. I only walk a few yards to see his car pulling up into the driveway. I duck behind the neighbor's bushes until he goes inside. 

   All I did was walk around the streets of London. I didn't have anybody to call because they all lived in the USA. I must look like a person who is homeless. My mascara still left marks from the tears I had when he was yelling at me through the door. I paused to look at my wounds.

    I had bruises all up my arm. My neck was really sore. I just sat there there right next to the park. I put on my sweatshirt, just in time to feel a few raindrops falling from the sky. I flip up my hood and cross my arms over chest.  The rain pours onto me leaving my sweatshirt darker than it was before.   I tried not thinking of Chad. Of what he did to me and what he said to me. I knew I wasn't a slut. Before him I was still a virgin. I only had three boyfriends before him. And I didn't cheat on Chad at all.   

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