It Isn't What It Seems (ON HOLD!!!)

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Nikki is just your average 16 year old. That's what it seems, but if you were to look closer you would see that so many things in her life go wrong. She is actually a very sweet girl, but because of her appearances people assume she is a bad girl. So she has to play that role, but she is tired of it. Tired of being someone she's not. Tired of her father abusing her. Tired of life itself. She faces challenges, like every person. But the question is, will she over come them?


12. Chapter 11

  Becky wrapped me up in a blanket on the couch. She rubbed my back and smiled at me, but you could tell the smile was forced. I sigh loudly, "He didn't sound too happy." Becky says.

  "No, he isn't." I reach my hand up and wipe away my tears, probably smearing my make-up.

  "It's probably really hard on him."

  "It is for me as well, but I would only make his life worse. And I don't want him to have that, I want him to be happy with a girl." We were interrupted by my phone ringing, I look at the caller I.D. and see Keith's face covering the screen. I press Ignore and rest my head in my hands. I didn't want to hurt him, I figured he would be able to get over it. It wasn't easy for me, but I knew I had to. The only thing that let me go was knowing that it was best for him in the long run.

  "So Nikki, what was this about your dad hitting you?"

  "It's nothing, really." I say, sniffling and wiping my face. I stand up from my crouched position on the ground. 

  "He hit you, that's not nothing. You need to press charges."

  "I don't want to."

  "Why? He can't get away with that."

  "He can't hurt me ever again, that's all I care about."

  "What if he hurts him?" Becky retorts, referring to Keith. 

  "I told Keith to stay away from him, he'll listen."

   "Really? You don't think he will try to get back at your dad for hurting you? Making you leave?"

   I sign realizing she was right, "Keith's a smart guy, he knows what is right."

   "Then why doesn't he think this is right."

   "Because, I-"  I stammer, I don't really have a response.

   "Maybe because it isn't, and you should go back, press charges against your dad watch him go to prison and be with Keith."

   "No, you have it all wrong. I can't love Keith, no matter what, I can't love anyone. He loves me, and when he told me that I knew I had to do something. I would end up killing his heart if I stayed. My dad is a good guy, and I don't want him to be punished because of the stress he is put under."

   "Nikki, it's not right for him to be able to walk around a free man when he hurt you."

   "And it's not right that the person who hit my mom and I to walk away alive without a scratch and not be held responsible for my mother's death. But that's life, in it's messed up and cruel ways," I yell at her.

   She signs, then looks me in the eye. "You had no control over that, but you do have control over this. Put your father in jail, make him pay for what he did. He deserves it."

   "Not every one gets what they deserve." I mumble.

   "Nikki, do it, do it because you know it's right. Do it so he will never hurt Keith, you said you don;t want to see him get hurt. What do you think your dad will do to him when he finds out you ran away?"

   "I don't know, Keith knows not to get involved with him. I told him to get a restraining order. My dad is not any of my worries anymore. That's why I left."

   "Nikki!" Becky yells.

   "I'm not pressing charges!"

   "Yes you are! Or you're not staying here!"

   I huff in aggravation, "Fine." I say crossing my arms.

   "So you'll press charges?"

   "Yeah, tomorrow." I say, but in my head I'm already working a plan. I won't stay here then, I will leave and go somewhere else.

   "Okay, you're probably tired. The guest room is down the hall to your right. You can sleep there for now." She says in a gentle tone. I nod and grab my stuff. 

   I push open the door and fling myself onto the bed. I curl up into a ball and cry, cry from the pain, cry for Keith, cry for everything wrong in the world. I feel my phone vibrate again, I look at it and see it's Keith. That's the fifth time he's called since I hung up on him.

   I cry harder, and slowly cry myself to sleep. But not before make my plan, I would leave tonight. I wouldn't press charges, I would leave and go somewhere else. Start a new life, become someone different. Someone new, someone like me.

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