Ok, here it is, the second chapter in two days! Must be the quickest update I've ever done! This chapter shows the return of Paige and....
That's all Imma tell you :D But to paige turner, because I know you're still in London, there is a chapter previous to this. Don't think I've randomly funked things up. Hope you all enjoy this chapter but I apologise in advance for the depresssing stuff. Read on!
“haha! Sucker!” Was the first thing I heard as I entered the house. Of course. You always knew when Paige was around. Shaking my head, with a grin, I carefully shut the door behind me and took my head upstairs.
With Paige or Jace around, I could manage to act happy. Like nothing affected me- I could always do that around people. But when I reached jace’s room, the happiness evaporated. Suddenly, my bravado disappeared and I just slouched on the floor. I didn’t want to be depressed, not at all, but life didn’t give compassion. It was all balance. Though if that were the case, I was due for some pretty good luck in the future.
“Raven?” Paige asked tentivly. I turned my head to look at her. “Oh, Rave!” She rushed over to where I was laid and threw her arms around me. “How did it go?” She asked gently, pushing the tear-soaked hair from my face.
“Well” I sniffed, “I didn’t” hic “really give hi” hic “m the chance” hic “to talk. I just grabbed my stuff and left” I sniffed, hiccupping between words.
"well at least you won't have to deal with him for a while" she said reassuringly.
"yeah" I sighed.
"how 'bout we go whoop Jace's ass at COD?" she asked, offering my a hand.
"sounds like a plan" I agreed standing up.
Half an hour later I was back to my normal childish self. Of course that was helped along by Paige and I thoroughly beating Jace.
"and another one bites the dust!" I exclaimed happily, fist pumping a giggling Paige.
"yeah yeah, I LET you win" he shrugged slouching in defeat.
"aw! Did I hurt the ickle baby's ego?" I patted his head condescendingly.
"yes" Jace pouted. "can I have a kiss as a consolation prize?" he asked pulling a puppy dog face. My heart instantly melted.
"if I must" I rolled my eyes.
"I wouldn't want to be a burden" he said sarcastically.
"well-" I was broke off.
"oh just kiss him already and stop flirting" Paige threw her hands in the air. A gesture of surrender.
"fine with me" I shrugged as I lent towards him. Just as out lips were going to touch, my phone rang. I sighed and took it out of my pocket. Not bothering to look at the caller I'D, which I later realised I should have, I pressed the green button.
"hello?" I asked shortly. Whoever it was just stopped a mind-blowing kiss right in it’s tracks. Though I think Paige would have apprechiated the interruption. I wasn’t a huge fan of PDA but with jace, I always seemed to get carried away. And I didn’t think Paige would have liked to see a full blown makeout session.
“It’s me” The phone slipped out of my hand and crshed to the floor. Though I didn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear jace and Paige’s frantic calls. I could only hear my heartbeat and the rush of blood that followed. The noise was deafening, it blocked out everything. Suddenly, I was on the floor and everything was black.
“I just got a new knife off of my mate today and it needs its Christening.” He said. He was the worst kind of foster kid around. He was brutal. And I didn’t know whether it was something to do with what he went through, but all I knew was that it really screwed his brain up. It was twisted and vulpine, always plotting to get somebody in trouble. He’d bounced from foster care home to foster care home but nobody would have him. They all gave up after twenty four hours; they couldn’t cope. At first, when I found out about all this, I tried to be friendly towards him. In some sorry attempt at trying to see if he had any good in him after all. “Nobody can be that cruel and heartless” I’d reasoned to myself naively. The day after, and every following day, I regretted that single thought. It seemed that I became his new ‘playmate’. His new shiny toy to break. The first time he came at me, I should have made the “flight” option but my body froze in fear. Nobody had ever treated me like that. It was degrading. It wasn’t always physical things he did to me, oh no, it was mental things. Sometimes he’d take something of mine, embarrass me in someway or sometimes, though very rarely, he just left me alone for the day. Maybe something had happened to him that lowered his self-esteem, made him feel low, and he wanted somebody else to share the pain. I never really found out what happened to him after I left, and nor did I care, but obviously, he remembered me. How did he get my number? Taylor? How could Taylor stoop that low? Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he could hack phones. All I knew was that I was no longer safe. Memories flashed across my eyelids like a flip-book. Random snippits of him. What he did, the scars he left, what he said to me.The thing was, He was nothing like Jace. Jace’s bullying had been regular, like a normal bully. Just a few random insults every day. Whereas he was like a ticking time bomb, totally un-predictable. And I feared he was due to explode. Of course, he didn't actually cut me with the knife because that would leave a mark that couldn't be disguised. But he did punch me.
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