When your family and boyfriend don't love you (6)

“Wow. That book really hit you hard.” Maggie said watching as Beera dabbed some foundation on her forehead.

“Yeah, well, I feel worse for you, you got 7, and I got 5 and 6 in the stomach.”

“Still.”

“Remember, if she asks, which she will—”

“Someone hit me with a softball.”

“Ya.” When Beera had mostly covered the bruise, she said “Let’s go then.” And they all left.

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“ALICE!” Her Aunt Vicky said “Come on in you guys!”

“Ok, could you please tell me why you keep calling me Alice?”

“Sorry, you two look so much alike.”

“Hmm...”

“Aunt Vicky?” Samantha asked “Can we play on the swings?”

“Yeah sure! Go ahead. I need to talk to your sister anyways. Maggie if you want to go on the computer, watch TV, whatever, you can.” Sammy dragged Kyle along behind her as they went out the back door. “Honey? What happened to your forehead?”

“A guy hit me with a soft ball. It was an accident.”

“Oh ok sweetie. Be more careful next time.”

“Yeah I will.”

“Oh you can go.”

“Thanks.” She said and rushed off

“Bea, how are you?”

“Fine I guess.” She replied “Would you mind if I went out for a few minutes? I think I need to just clear my head.”

“Darling, listen to me, whatever you want, you’ve got alright? Here I’ll give you some money, go shopping; just have a rest sweetie alright? I know what kind of life you’re living.”

“No, no, money’s not necessary. I’m just going for a walk. Might visit a friend…”

“Sure darling. Here’s the key to the front door,” She said walking to the counter and picking up a key she still handed her a 50 dollar bill “I might take ‘em out for some ice cream or something.”

“Thanks.” Beera said “I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“Sure. Bye!”

“Bye!” Beera said and left

1st person

Beera

When I left I completely forgot that there actually was school today. I walked around the neighborhood, thinking of what I’d say to Loren. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2:45. Loren’ll be home then…since school gets out at 2:30. I walked to his house and knocked on the door.

“Hello sweetie.” His mom said

“Hi is Loren here?”

“Just a moment.” She said rushing into the house “LOREN!” I heard her call. He walked up to me, looking me up and down.

“Mmh.” He muttered looking past me
I spun around. A Blondie was jogging in a bright pink sports bra that was beyond full, and shorts “God. You know what? You don’t even ask my “why weren’t you at school” “how are you?” no! Just looking at a dumb blonde.”

“Well, you’re not blonde. You know Beera, if only you were a Blondie.”

“What so you’re saying you only like blondes now? Well fine then. Bye Loren.” I said leaving

“Cool.” He said. I stuck up my middle finger at him and left. A tear made its way down my cheek and I brushed it away. I can’t cry over a piece of crap like him. I just walked and without thinking ended up at Joshua’s house after 20 minutes. Before I started knocking the door opened.

“Hey Bea.” He said

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry about yesterday…my dad…I’m sorry.”

“Nah. It’s ok. Come upstairs we need to talk.” He held my hand leading me up the stairs to his room.

“I like what you’ve done with the room; I haven’t been here in a while.”

“Thanks…I just added some color…white was way too boring…”

“Yeah.” I sat on his bed.

“A few things…first of all, why weren’t you in school today?”

“I’ll show you.” I said. It was only then that I remembered about the bruise I had. I walked to the bathroom; looking in the mirror I rubbed my forehead, ridding it of the foundation. I stood there looking, god, who knew Harry Potter could be so harmful? I walked back into his room.

“Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?”

“Harry Potter 5.”

“Who?” He asked sternly

“My dad.” I watched his expression change. He was livid. He walked out of the room and back in five times and fell onto his bed. “You’re staying here tonight. I don’t care, you’re staying here tonight and it’s final.” My god he wants me to stay over here?

“I can’t Josh. First, you’re parent’s won’t let you have a girl over for a sleepover.”

“True, but you’ve gotta.”

“What about Maggie and them?”

“Please? Just…you have to Bea. Seriously. I’m not letting you stay home.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours ok?”

“Yeah sure.” He said stepping over to me. He picked a small twig out of my hair and smoothed it down.

“Josh. Thanks.” I said. He smiled and I walked out. As I got out a gust of wind blew into my face. I walked down the street and met up with Austin and T.J.. Wonderful.

“Hey,” Austin called. I quickened my pace “Foxy, come back.” I heard them running after me. They do NOT have light feet. I broke into a run. “Foxy,” He called “I’m on your tail.” Reaching out he grabbed my arm. He pulled me to him. I was panting like a dog.

“What do you want Austin?”

“You.” He said he had his arms around me and he was kissing my neck. I managed to pull away.

“Would you stop harassing me?”

“Would you go out with me?” He asked

“No! You pulled off my shirt in the bus, you chased me, I’m NOT going out with you. I’ll move to Kazakhstan before I go out with you.” He looked confused. God they’re hopeless.

“Baby c’mon don’t hate.”

“I do hate. And I don’t appreciate.” He came onto me again and I didn’t have the strength to pull away. I tried so hard but just couldn’t.

“AUSTIN!” I heard someone yell “Austin get your filthy hands off her.” It was Joshua…Oh Dear God. Austin looked around to see him walking down the street to where we were. He started kissing me some more, he had his hands on my waist moving them up and down my back. He started sucking my neck, kissing it like it was the end of the world. Finding my strength, I pushed him away and he fell to the ground. He got up, coming back to me. “Austin. Don’t touch her! Hear me? DO NOT, touch her. Don’t lay a single finger on her.” Joshua was right behind him now. Austin looked back and asked maliciously “What’re you gonna do to me? Huh?” Joshua’s fist went flying into Austin’s face rapidly. Austin fell down and T.J. came to help him. Joshua kicked T.J. who fell to the ground, curling up and clutching his crotch. I just stood there shocked. Joshua Rowan. My knight in blue jeans.

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Josh walked over to Beera stepping over Austin and T.J.. He held her hand and walked her down to the corner. Stopping her there he turned her around and looked her in the eye.

“I don’t want anyone doing that to you again? You hear? Never. Not unless it’s me, or you give them permission. Alright?”

“Haha. Sure”

“Seriously,” He said, wiping the back of his hand on her neck “One more and you would’ve been in bed with this guy. You’re lucky I came to see if you were alright. Now where are you going? Home?”

“No. To my aunts place.”

“Ok cool then.” They walked, talking along the way.

“I broke up with Loren.” She said

“How come?!”

“I’m not blonde.” He looked at her quizzically “No, he’s a jerk.”

“Aah. Glad you see it my way.”

“Yeah. Here we are.” She walked up to the door.

“God this lady’s getting on my nerves! She keeps on calling me Alice.”

“Ha ha. But she gave you $40. Be happy.”

“She gave me $50 this morning.”

“You’re so lucky to have a rich godmother.”

“You’re so lucky to not have slipshod parents.” She looked at her watch that read 3:29. Three whole hours! “We’ve got it all to ourselves.” She opened the door and welcomed Josh in.

“Nice.”

“Yeah.” She picked up the phone, dialing Aunt Vicky’s number

“Hello?”

“Hi. Aunt Vicky. Do you think you’d mind if we stayed over here tonight?”

“No sweetie not at all. I’ve been longing for some company…”

“And do you think Maggie and I could stay at a friends place? I think I need a bit of a break…”
“I completely understand. Just, if you could get them some clothes.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks.”

“Sure sweetie.” She hung up.

“Well, I’m coming over. I need to go get some clothes and some stuff for the rest.”

“Let’s go. I’m not letting you go alone.”

“Josh, you know I can handle it right?”

“Yeah, but I just don’t want you to go…by yourself.”

“Fine. Next week’s the big day!”

“What big day?”

“You turn 15. You excited?”

“Yeah. Blake and I are going to six flags. Wanna come?”

“Well, I’d love to. But I don’t know if I can…”

“Yeah. You’re turning 14 the week after so…”

“If I can organize a play date for each and every one of them…then maybe.”

“Sure.” She walked up to the front door of her house “The cars aren’t here…they don’t look home.”

“Well then hurry, before they get here…and I have to beat the crap out of someone.” Walking inside she ran up the stairs, she found a small bag, and first went into Kyle and Samantha’s room. She picked out clothes for them, pajamas,

and their favorite books. She got Maggie her favorite t-shirt, a pair of jeans, pj’s, and some underwear. Beera walked to her dresser, got a bra and underwear, sweatpants and a loose shirt for pajamas, and a shirt and jeans for the next day. She stuck $30 in her pocket only just remembering that she had another 50 in her pocket as well, took a second bag for herself, and walked downstairs.
“You’re done. Wow.”

“Yeah.” She said “Didn’t want anymore Harry Potter’s thrown at me.”

“Makes sense.” Beera looked in the refrigerator; there was a 12 pack of coke.

“Coke?” she offered

“Yeah sure.” He replied. She took two closing the fridge. Beera stepped out and locked the door. If her parents didn’t have the keys, tough luck.

“I need to drop this stuff off.” She said in between sips

“No prob. This is why you don’t get fat.”

“What do you mean?”
“Walking back and forth, getting harassed, you don’t ever get fat.”

“I guess. Who am I? Oh my gawd I’m so fat! You could roast me and have enough food for 12 liens. Oh my frikkin gawd!” She said imitating a girl in her class

“Brianna. Who else?”

“Yeah. Oh my gosh, I am so tired. I’ve been up since 5.”

“I would be too. When we get to your Aunts place we can just chill for a bit.”
“Thanks.” She said. They walked for 5 more minutes and arrived. She walked in falling onto the couch. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her getting close to her face he looked at her. She slowly opened her closed eyes.

“Hey.” She said smiling

“Hey.” He said, feeling the bruise she had.

“Ow!”

“Sorry. Did Maggie get anything?”
“7.”

“THE SEVENTH!”

“Yup.”

“Fu-”

“Dude. She’s fine.” She said putting a finger to his lips. She sat up, looking around. “I didn’t have lunch. You hungry?”
“A bit.”

“I’ll find something hold on.”

“Hey does this lady have a TV?”
“DOES SHE!? You should ask how many.” She walked over to the bare wall that only had a framed picture on it.. She found a remote and pushed several buttons before finding the correct one. “Aha!” The wall turned around so there was now a flat screen TV instead of the picture.

“DAMN! Flat screen.”

“Yeah. This lady’s rich, she just doesn’t know what to do with her money…well…in this case she did.” Joshua, still amazed, sat down on the couch and turned on the enormous TV. After a while he found a channel and watched silently. Beera looked in the refrigerator, took out some cranberry juice, two apples, chips and salsa and took it to him.

“Here.” She said “I didn’t feel like making anything great sorry.”

“No. You know how I love salsa.”

“Well yeah. I don’t know why she’s going shopping. The fridge is full of stuff...”