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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8. Chapter 7

    I ate dinner with Keith and his mom, and helped her clean up afterwards.

   "So how long do you think you will be staying here?"

   "Not that long, I hope." I don't want them to figure out I am leaving. They would only try to stop me.

  "Okay, if you don't mind, um, can I see where he kicked you?"

   I slowly nod me head, and pull up my shirt to my ribs. For the first time I look at the bruise, it's all purple and blue.

   "Oh my!" She says, she covers her hand with her mouth. "That must really hurt."

    "Hey mom! Where is my-" I whip my head around to see Keith standing in the doorway. His eyes land on my bruise and his mouth drops. Quickly I pull my shirt back down and continue cleaning the dishes. 

    "What did you need sweetie?"

    "Oh, um, nothing." He says, he slowly backs out of the kitchen staring at me. 

   After he leaves I set the plate down and lean my back on the counter. "He really cares about you, you know that?" Mrs. Weston says.

   "Yeah, sometimes I wish he didn't."

   "Why?"

   "Because, I think I'm just going to break his heart."

   "We all worry about that. You can go, I will finish cleaning up." She waves me off and I slowly climb the stairs to his room. The door is cracked open, so I lightly knock on it.

   "Yeah?" I pushed open the door to see him sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand. He looked up at me and tossed his phone to the side. "Hey." I walk over to him and sit on the end of the bed.

    "He did that to you?" He asks nodding his head towards my stomach. 

   "Yeah." He shakes his head. He grabs my hands and pull me towards him. 

    "He will regret ever touching you, I swear." I look up at him, and see a look of determination on his face. I put my head back on his chest and breathe in his scent. I know I will miss this, but it will be what's best for him. That's all I can think about. I want him to be happy, and he can't be happy with me.

    I curl myself into a ball and wrap my arms around him. He reaches over to the night stand and turns on his tv. We sit there the rest of the night watching movies.

 

 

    I feel someone move next to me, coldness hit my body. I groan, and open my eyes. "Go back to bed, I'm just going to sleep on the couch." Keith says, he rubs my hand and pulls away. I catch his hand and softly pull him back.

   "No, stay with me, please." I beg.

   "Nikki, I shouldn't."

   "Please, I don't want to be alone. I I'm scared." I confess. 

    He smiles and crawls back into bed. We both get under the blankets, I curl up next to him and he drapes an arm over me. I pull myself as close to him as I can. This will be my last night with him, I don't really know where I will go. Probably Misty's, but I won't be able to stay there for long. She will surely call my dad to tell him I was there, and then the police. She wouldn't be able to take care of me anyways. She had two children of her own. I might be able to go to Kristina's, she was my mom's best friend. She is also like a mother to me. 

    I will have to figure everything out tomorrow. Slowly I start to fall asleep, curled up against Keith.

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