Hold My Hand

Maggie is abused by her step-father. Her mother died two years ago, leaving her with him. Not to mention, she is bullied at school by, the most popular kid in school, Harry Styles. When in one class, they are forced to work together, as partners, and Harry refuses to work at his house, he stumbles upon the abusing in action. When Harry realizes what she is going through, will he help her? Or just ignore it? Will they come closer through the project, or just farther apart? Find out in Hold My Hand.


6. Fall Break

Chapter 6
Fall Break
Maggie Butler
I set my tray down at the table Julia and I always sit at. Oh yeah. I made a friend. She has purple hair and her name is Julia. She has bright blue eyes which, in my opinion, looks really good with the purple hair. "Hey did you hear? There's a new girl here!" Julia exclaims. "Really?" I ask. "Yeah!" Julia says. She's jumping up and down with excitement. "I heard she's," she looks around. Then she whispers in my ear, "weird!" She whispers excitedly. "Just like us!" She says, pointing to herself. I laugh. Just then, a girl that was about average height, which was taller than me, since I was short. She had long brown hair with blonde highlights. She had amazing hazel eyes. She was stunning. She sets her tray down next to us, her eyes sparkling. "Hey guys, I heard you guys were the freaks." She says, smiling. "That's us!" I laugh. "Good." She says sitting next to us. We start to talk and she was really funny and weird, just like us. Her name was Gracey Wimberlo. "So guys, what are you guys going to do for fall break?" I ask. They shrug. "Do you want to come visit my dad with me in California?" I ask. They squeal. My dad had left when I was young, but ever since my mom died, he felt bad so every fall break I would go to his place. We decide we would do that. I start to walk to my next class, which they just happened to be in. Then I hear, "Hey Butler!" I turn to see Lacie Abrahams standing in the middle of the hallway, hands on her hips. I scoff and turn around and start to walk away. "That's right! Go run to your mommy! Oh, wait, you don't have one!" Lacie yells after me. I stop in my tracks. I am immediately in her face. "Don't you dare talk about my mother that way." I snap. I remember it like it was yesterday. Everyone dressed in black, stumbling into the church. I collapse in front of the coffin. My cousins dragging me away. "No!" I scream, wiggling back towards it. Then, at the graveyard, the rain pelting down on everyone. As they lower the coffin I fall to my knees into the mud. I let my head fall into my hands as I scream. I feel hands on my back. I didn't even glance to see who it was. Before I could, they were gone. "Maggie?" Gracey calls. I shake my head, clearing my head of the thoughts. I give Lacie a disgusted look and I walk away. I hear her high pitched laugh as someone approaches behind her. I turn my head, holding my books close to my chest. I see big brown curls and his green eyes shooting a sign of sympathy before laughing along with Lacie. Kyle comes up and puts a hand on Lacie's shoulder. She turns. "I think that's far enough Lace." He says. "Are you serious? Kyle really?" She asks. "She's just jealous because I have a mother!" She yells. I stop for the second time. Now, I'm mad. I throw my books on the ground. "You know what you little bitch?" I get in her face and put a finger right above her nose. "It doesn't matter if I don't have a mother now, it just matters that I still have some people who care about me." I poke her in the chest. "Unlike you. People just use you because you're a slut. Now do everyone a favor and go fuck yourself." I turn around, pick up my books and begin to walk off. "At least my dad doesn't abuse me!" She yells. This time I don't even stop I just turn around and before I knew it, my fist flew to her nose. "Ow!" She screams, holding her nose. Rage fills my body. I breath heavily and clench my fists. Harry and Kyle are looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths. I tighten my jaw and turn around, picking up my books, again and running down the hall, Julia and Gracey hot on my heels. "Maggie! Maggie!" Julia calls. But the hot tears are already stinging my eyes. My vision goes blurry from the tears and I run into the bathroom. Julia and Gracey bang on the door. "Maggie! Open up! Come on! Mags! Open the door." Gracey says. I wipe my eyes and slowly unlock the door. They come into the stall and sit next to me. Julia locks the door and sits down on the back of the toilet. All they do is rub my back as I cry. "Do you want to talk about it?" Gracey asks. I slowly nod my head. I tell them the whole story about my mom, my mom's funeral, and my stepdad abusing me. Before I knew it, they were both crying and I rolled up my sleeve and showed them my tattoo. They just started crying harder. I knew for damn sure my life was hard, but I knew there were people with worse than mine. Finally, we hear someone come into the bathroom. I put a finger to my lips. I motion for them to lift up their feet so it looked like there was just one person in the bathroom. I decide otherwise, though and lift my feet up too. "Mrs. Briggs! You have to expel her!" Lacie yells. "Lacie. You were insulting her dead mother. If it was up to me, I would expel you. So if I were you I would stay quiet." Mrs. Briggs, the principal, says. I stifle a laugh. I could hear the faucet running. Then, it turns off. "You know, Mrs. Abrahams, I think you do deserve a detention." Mrs. Briggs says. "What? She punched me in the face!" Lacie screams. "Yes but how would you feel if someone kept taunting you about your dead mother?" Lacie laughs. "How am I supposed to know? My. Mother. Is. Alive." She states. Then they leave the bathroom. I sigh and put my legs down. "You know, we could just take you home." Gracey suggests. I shake my head. "George wouldn't..." They nod. I help them off the toilet and we head off to class. I see Lacie in the hallway and I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. She had a big blue and purple eye and it was throbbing. She looks at me and turns away, holding her chin up in the opposite direction. Once we get to class, it's already 20 minutes in and everyone was staring at us. "Ladies, take a seat." Mr. Harty says. After class all I can do is look at the ground. Suddenly, I feel myself crash into something hard. All my papers and books fly everywhere. I groan. I lean down to pick up my books and I feel a body next to mine, helping me. I glance up. No. Way. "What? Harry Stykes is helping me?" I fake gasp. He keeps a straight face as he stacks my books. "Hey, look, I was wondering if you wanted to come over today and work on the play." He asks. I nod. "Sure. Whatever." I walk down the hall. Since that was the last class, I headed outside. I had just recently bought a new car with the money I saved up. It was a blue 1968 Mustang. I throw my bag in the front seat and put my hands on the wheel and put my head on it. I sigh. I hit my head repeatedly against the wheel. Then, the horn honks, knocking me out of my trance. I look around. Everyone is staring at me. I drive home in sadness. I pull up to my house put it in park, and take the keys out of the ignition. I grab my back pack and walk inside. "George! I'm home!" I yell through the house. "Good! Make me some food!" He yells back. I groan. I make him some noodles. "Dinner's ready!" I yell. He comes rambling down the stairs. "Hey George I have to go work on a project so I don't know how long I'll be out so I gotta go, see you." I grab the keys off the counter. "No." He says. I turn around. "Look. I'm not having a good day. If you want to mess with me, bring it on old man!" I yell, jabbing a finger in his face. Then, I storm out of the house and jump into my car. Wow, where did that come from? I drive to Harry's house and park out front. I grab my things and head to his front door. My glasses fall down my nose and I push them up right as Harry opens the door. He gestures for me to come inside. I set my things down on the counter. "Okay so we need to start working on scene 2..." I trail off as he pushes the books and papers off to the side. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Did it really happen?" He asks. I furrow my eyebrows. "You know, at your house that one time? With your, um, step-dad..." He coughs. I nod, understanding what he was talking about. "I thought I just imagined it." He whispers. I shake my head. "I'm sorry." He says. "You know Lacie was being a real bitch today." He says. I was getting tired of his "I like you after school but hate you during school" act. "Can we just work on this?" I ask, tired of this. He just looks at me tiredly, and there it is, that thing that passes through his eye for a split second but everytime I try to focus on it, it disappears. "What are you doing for fall break?" He asks, ignoring me. I sigh. "Going to California." I say, scribbling something down on a piece of paper for no reason. "Look, Maggie, can we just pretend like it never happened? Stop acting so awkward." He says, throwing up his hands. Now I'm mad. "Oh, I'm acting awkward? Fine. 'The Awkward Girl' will get out of your way!" I yell at him. I pick up my paper and run towards the front door. "Mag-" I cut him off by slamming the door in his face.
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