Waiting For Forever

Rape.
Abuse.
Only some of the many things Rebecca Tatum had to go through. She's never had the best life. Even with her step mum, but she tries to love her life anyways. Everybody knows her secret. So you can't necessarily say she's hiding anything. But most of the time, people will take it to the extreme and say she wanted to be abused and raped. Then there was Harry who made her feel special and was different from everybody else. Will Rebecca fall for Harry or will Polly get in their way?

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1. Chapter 1

 

Hello all!!! Thank you so much for reading my fanfic! I hope you like it! Also, I don't think I'm the best at writing fanfics so... yeah. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think! Anyways, thank you again and it starts out as a dream/flashback. The dream/flashback ends where the italics end _____________________________________________________________________________

"You pathetic, worthless, little slut!" The sound of the whip hitting my skin could be heard from fifty feet away, but through these concrete walls nothing could be heard. Blood dripping from the cut just above my eyebrow, as my mother whacked me some more. The whip, stung my skin as it struck me. Harder and harder each time. She struck me across the stomach, blood gushing from the cut it had left. I was chained to the wall, struggling for breath. The room became blurry. "Aw, are you going to cry?" I could hear the smirk in her voice. She grasped my chin with her hand and tilted it from side to side, my head dropping as she let it go. She unlocked the chains that were cutting into my circulation on my wrists and ankles and I fell to the floor. Wincing in pain, as I dropped She picked up my arm and dragged me into the house and throwing me on the floor. As the room became darker, I could hear another voice. "You did her good."

 

My father.

 

 

Jumping awake, I held my hand on my chest as my heart was racing. Crying silently, I lifted up my shirt slightly and winced as I touched the scar on my stomach. The excruciating pain could still be felt like it all happened yesterday. Remembering the pain of my childhood was the easiest thing because I had been abused so many times.

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I got dressed into an aqua tank top, a navy blue cardigan and a pair of rip styled blue jeans. I straightened my shoulder-length hair so it laid just above my breast. "Rebecca! You're going to be late!" My foster mum called from downstairs. She was much nicer than my biological parents, considering she didn't lock me in a basement and abuse me.

"Coming, mum!"

I got downstairs and padded my feet across the floor to the kitchen, my mum handing me my lunch pail when I got there. She smiled and pushed her bleach blond hair behind her ear. "Thanks." I said. "No worries, love! Now hurry along or you're going to be late."

I slipped on my navy blue TOMS, walking out the door. I sent a goodbye wave to my mum and went to school.

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I got to homeroom and got my usual whore, slut, etc. comments from the class as I walked to my seat. People don't get me. They act like I chose to get beaten and raped by my parents. Did I? No, I didn't. I sat in the very back of the class, my hood up, looking down at my hands. I still kept getting rude and nasty comments from the obnoxiously loud class who I, and all the other teachers at this school, think they're all going to end up as McDonald's employees.

"Alright class. Settle down, now." Mrs. Smith said. I swear she has the most annoying voice in the whole world. To me, it was way to high-pitched and scratchy. She was pretty though; her sparkly blue orbs gazed upon the class. She moved her dirty-blond hair to her left shoulder and started taking roll. She got interrupted by the phone and quickly answered it. "Rebecca Tatum." My head quickly rose and everyone's eyes were on me. I couldn't really handle all 62 eyes starring at me at once. "You're needed in the office." The class quietly started laughing as I gathered my things. Polly, the popular girl in school, tripped me as I walked towards the door. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as I fell on my hands and knees. She pushed her dyed red bangs to the side of her face, revealing her dark brown eyes, as she smirked at me. "Have a nice fall, slutterina?" That was my 'nick name' from her since she didn't take the time to learn my real name. She laughed, and so did the class considering they do everything she does.

"Need some help?" I looked up slightly and saw a large hand out to help me stand. I took it and stood up. The boy had curly hair and was a little pale. His large, green eyes locked with my sharp, blue ones. "T-thanks." I couldn't help but stare at his soft, pink lips. The just looked... so kissable. I finally snapped out it and headed for the door, the whole class still starring at me.

 

 

Polly's Pov:

 

What the hell? Why did Harry just help her? He knows I hate her. I told him never to even talk to that little slut. I thought. I just rolled my eyes and shrugged it off. He wouldn't fall for her, she isn't good enough. I shot a look to Harry and he smiled and started drawing a cat in his notebook again. I swear, that boy is way to obsessed with cats. He was still mine and i'm not letting that crummy little whore take him away from me. Not until I was done with him, anyways.

Rebecca's POV:

I walked out of the office to vocal class. This was the one class where I could do what I loved doing without getting bullied for it.

"Good morning class. Today I have a project for you all to start. We are going to be doing a beginning of the year solo song project and you will need to perfect a song by Friday.-" Mr. Wilkinson started. I tuned out. Friday?! That only gives me five days to find a song and learn it. I've never performed in front of anyone. Not even my own mum. I was to afraid of what they would say, so I always sang when I knew I was alone. I tuned back into what he was saying, "-Also, the song must be something that fits you, how you feel, and how your life is." Well this was just bloody perfect. I have to sing in front of everyone and it had to be about my life.

I walked into a room marked 'VOCAL CLASS COMPUTERS' in big black letters. As I was looking for songs I found one. Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan. It fit my life well. I printed out the lyrics and the chords to play in on the guitar and left for the auditorium, as he always lets us. Once I got there I pulled out a shiny, silver key and unlocked a cabinet under the stage. My foster mum was the school's councilor so she worked it out with our principle to let me keep my guitar in the auditorium.

I took out my guitar that I had gotten the first Christmas when I was adopted, and sat on the edge of the stage. I placed my hands on the right chordsk and started strumming. I was always a fast learner so I knew this wouldn't take long.

I finally got the chords down after about an hour so I missed the rest of second period and third but I didn't care. I was planning to go through lunch as well. I got a microphone from backstage, hooked it up and started practicing.

"Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan"

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you?

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you're screaming?

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?

Are you sick of feeling so left out?

Are you desperate to find something more

Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?

Are you sick of everyone around?

With their big fake smiles and stupid lies

While deep inside you're bleeding

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face

And no one ever stabbed you in the back

You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

Everybody always gave you what you wanted

You never had to work it was always there

You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like (What it's like)

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

I finished and heard clapping from the back of the auditorium. "You're very good, ya know." It was Harry. I felt my cheeks start burning and eventually flush a rosy red color.

"I-I... Thanks." I said hesitantly "How much did you hear?"

"Not much. I came in during the middle of it." Harry smiled at me. He sounded very sweet, nothing like Polly, considering he was her boyfriend. He didn't seem like that kind of person who liked hurting people. He was. Different.

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