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?

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3. Chapter 2

      I opened my eyes to see the anger on his face. There is something about Keith that you should know.Keith is kind of person who like be in control. And being in control means making sure nothing has poured to me. In his own weird way,he loves meme. And that's how he shows it. Keith looks down at me and pulls me up, he pushes me behind him.

    "I think you should just leave." He tells the guy. I hate seeing this side of him, it scares me. You never know what he might do, he could do anything without any warning. I grab onto the back of his shirt and close my eyes, not wanting to see what happens next.

   "Whatever. Keep you're little hoe." The guy says getting up from where he fell.

   "What did yo call her?" Keith yells.

   "I didn't stutter, look at her. She's a whore." I saw Keith clench his fist and his knuckles turn white, I quickly grabbed his hand and held it back.

   "Nikki, let go." He demands.

   "No." I whisper. I knew if I let go he would do something that would get us all in trouble. And then we would be caught being in a bar underage. "Come, let's just leave. Please?" I beg.

   I feel his hand relax a little, "Grab your things." He tells me. I walk over to my stool and grab my purse. I throw some money on the counter and go back to Keith and retrieve his hand. At first he doesn't move from his spot, staring at the guy.

   "Babe?" I ask him. He looks at me, his face softens. "C'mon, it's not worth it." I say quietly, in a soothing voice. This usually calmed him down when he let his temper get to him. I gave him a little tug and we started walking towards the exit.

   When we are safely in the car Keith turns to me, "Why didn't you let me beat the crap out of that guy? don't tell me it didn't get to you when he called you that."

   I give him a weary smile, "It did, but I know that I couldn't do anything about it. And I won't let you fight all my battles. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself." I tell him.

   "But you don't have to, I want to."

   "If you took care of me, every guy that looks at me wrong would be dead." I say with a giggle.

   "So?"

   I laugh louder, "There is no way you can go to school like this." I say changing the subject.

   "What do you mean?" He asks with a puzzled expression.

   "You're drunk, and sure aren't driving anywhere." I say prying the keys out of his hands.

    "Ugh, fine. Drive me home." I smile and get out of the car, he slides into the passenger seat and I get in the drivers. "Just don't wreck my car,"

    "Sweetie, I've been driving for 2 years. I think I'm okay." I tell him. I pull out of the parking lot and slowly drive to Keith's house.

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     I pull into his driveway and cut the engine. "C'mon, out." I tell him. He slowly clambers out of the car and up to the house. 

   "Where are my keys?" He asks searching his pockets. I laugh as I take the set of keys and find his house key, I unlock the front door and lead him in.

     "Sit down on the couch. I will go get something to clean the cut on your hand." I tell him. I set the keys down in a tray and go to the bathroom to find something.

    "Here you go." I say applying it to the cut on his hand. Right across the knuckles. "That had to of really hurt."I whisper gently rubbing his knuckles. 

    "It wasn't that bad. I would do it again if I had to." He says looking into my eyes. I smirk.

     "Really?"

      "Of course Nikki. I would get hit by a bus for you." 

     I laugh, "That's just the beer talking."

   Keith's face goes hard, "No it's not. Nikita, I love you." He used my full name, that's how I knew he was telling the truth.

      I smile, "I know you do, and don't call me that." I say the last part sternly. No one really knows my full name besides him and my family. Keith only knows it because he overheard my dad call me that one night when I was on the phone with him. Yeah, not the best name, Nikita Lelia Samson. My mom wanted to name me Lelia, but my dad wanted Nikita. So my mom compromised, as long as I would be called Nikki by everyone else besides my dad. I only heard my mom call me that once when I was in big trouble for breaking the neighbors window when I was 9. I wasn't some bad girl then, I was playing with a baseball with my friends and it hit the window.

      "Fine." Keith says, but there was a new expression on his face. One I hadn't seen before.

     "What's wrong?" I ask him.

    "You didn't back." He look sin my eyes, searching for something.

    "I know, I'm sorry. But I can't love someone, not with my dad messing up my life."

    "I get it." He tells me taking my hand. But the look in his eyes tells me he doesn't.

    "Well, I gotta go. I have my shift at Sweet Tooth soon." I say getting up and walking to the door,

    "Bye!" I call as I walk out, I had to walk home. Lucky my house was only a 15 minute walk from his house. I could never love someone like Keith, I mean he is really sweet and I do like him, but I could never love him romantically. I don't think I could love anyone, it's just what my life has done to me. I have seen all the bad n everyone. And now that is all that I can see. The bad, never the good. Always thinking of the worst situation, so when it doesn't happen I won't be heartbroken. And when it does I will be expecting it. I wasn't expecting my mother's death, now I know I could never break they way I did then.

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