Counting Stars

16 year old Lela Hemmings has never felt real love. Her father died when she was 15 and her mother died giving birth to Lela. Lela lives with her Aunt. She is depressed, insecure, and shy. She walks the halls with her head down and her mouth shut. She is bullied though. Pushed. Laughed at. Judged. Due to her shyness, she literally doesn't talk to people. At all. As a result, she is afraid to stand up for herself. Then someone walked into her life. She didn't want them to stay, but she didn't want them to leave. Can someone as simple as a person, as simple as a boy, change her life?

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18. Never Walk Alone At Night.

Never Walk Alone At Night.

 

"Ash, I'm going on a walk." I say.

"First of all, I like it when you call me Ash. And second of all, let me come with you." He says standing up.

"Ashton, I will be fine. I have a lot on my mind and I need to get some fresh air."

"But, Lela, It almost nine o'clock."

"Please Ashton!" I almost yell.

"Fine." He pouts and sits back down on the couch. I open the door and walk outside.

After walking for about an hour, a car pulls up.

Shit. I turn around and keep walking.

"Hey!" A girl yells. I turn around. I soon feel someone grab me and pull me back.

"He-" I started to yell help, but then my mouth was covered up.

"Let her go!" Ashton yells.

Ashton?

I feel the arms that were around me let go. I immediately look at the license plate number.

I turn around again and I see a guy lying on the ground.

"Call the police." Ashton says. I pull up my phone, but I couldn't say anything. I toss my phone to Ashton and he calls 911. 

I walk over to Ashton's' car and I get in. I pull my knees to my chest and cry.

I hate my life!

Every time something good happens, its either because of something bad, or happens before something bad happens!

All I wanted was a fucking walk, but no.

I can't take this anymore!

Ashton gets in the car.

"We are staying here until the police get here." He says. I nod. I force myself to stop crying.

"Are you okay?" I look at him and shake my head no.

"You're not talking." More worry fills his eyes.

He is right. I can't talk. I am too nervous and scared.

He pulls me into a hug, and holds me until the police get here.

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