Behind these Eyes 2

AS the bell rang, I rushed out as fast as I could, I didn’t want to wait around, especially if Brad was there.
"Hey Cinderella, what’s the rush" Brad whispered in my ear, grabbing me from behind.

"Brad, just go away!" I yelled, trying to spin out of his grip. "Make me" he whispered, spinning me around so his lips were centimeters apart.

For the first time around Brad, I was scared. The look in his brown eyes, it scared me. He looked at me like I was some sort of food, and he was hungry.

"I know you want me to kiss you" his lips moved closer. I pushed as hard as I could but nothing seemed to work "Stop it!!!" I yelled, turning my face away. Then suddenly he was of me, laughing and walking away.
"Don’t worry; I wouldn’t kiss a dirty whore like you."

For some reason that got me, I felt a tear run down my cheek. My dad had called me a dirty whore too, that was the last thing he said to me.

"Why did you have to be my daughter, you dirty whore"

The words ran around in my head, until I was sobbing on the floor. I know he didn’t mean it, he was just angry. But still it hurt. It hurt like hell.

"Hey, it’s ok" someone was picking me up, so he was cradling me in his arms. "No put me down please" I said between sobs. "I promise nothing’s going to happen to you, just trust me" the voice sounded familiar, it was Danny. "Danny?" I frowned, why was he helping me? "Yeah?" he questioned, as he laid me on a bench. "Umm, thanks" I blushed again.

But he wasn’t looking, his eyes were clouded. He was thinking. "Was it Brad" he asked after a few minutes of silence. "Uh, yeah maybe" I stuttered. "I hate him" something in his voice scared me. The second time today I was scared. But this time I was scared for Brad. I knew Danny wouldn’t do anything to me.

"Ok I better go" I slowly got up, but his hands held mine, and kept me from moving. "Promise you’ll keep yourself safe?" his green eyes looked at me with concern.

"Yeah" I blushed. I didn’t see why someone was taking so much interest in me. I was going back to old habits. I was being noticed.
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Published: 8/14/2009
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