hurt love hope (book 1)

hurt love hope (book 1)

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15 year old marka is about to get dangerously hurt. then a boy named bishop saves her. then she gets in more trouble. she gets in a car wreck. then she is sent off somewhere where she can never get out.
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15 year old marka is about to get dangerously hurt. then a boy named bishop saves her. then she gets in more trouble. she gets in a car wreck. then she is sent off somewhere where she can never get out.

Chapter1 (v.1) - CHAPTER 1

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Submitted: May 18, 2017

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CHAPTER 1
"Your sure I can come over Friday?" I said looking at Becca.
Her wonderful platinum blonde hair up in a ponytail her icy blue eyes sparkling. She nodded her head while she ate lunch. I was about to say something when her boyfriend, David, came up. She jumped out her seat and right into his arms. They started kissing. They were like that for a minute. I felt kind of awkward so I got up and started walking inside the high school. I guess I didn't introduce myself.
I'm Marka. I'm a freshman. Fifteen years old. Light colored hair between the colors pink and peach. I had blue eyes.
Becca is sixteen. She got held back a year. She has platinum blonde hair and  blue eyes.
David, Becca's boyfriend, is tall, athletic. Has brown hair. With brown chocolate eyes.
Anyway. I was heading to my locker when four sophomores came around the corner. I went to the opposite wall from them. When I passed them I went back into the middle of the hall. I stopped at my locker. I opened my locker. BANG. Then the four sophomores were surrounding me.
"Well lookie here. It's a Freshy." A blonde one said.
All sophomores called freshman Freshy. Most girls would flirt with them but I wouldn't. To me they were dangerous. All they ever wanted out us freshman were sex.
"Remember when you used to be one." I say and close my locker and start to walk away. Then someone grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing them. Dropping my books in the process.
"Lookie here Freshy dropped her stuff." A brown head one said. Then they all laughed.
The dark haired on I recognize. I point to him and he stops laughing and looks at me.
I remember him now. His name is Mike. The jerk who put my brother in prison.
"You self con seeded ignorant jerk. You put my brother in prison." I was still pointing at him and walking towards him. In the process he was walking backwards. He was starring at me with shock. His friends stopped laughing and we're watching now.
"All because of YOUR selfishness my brother is in prison. It's your but that should be in that prison right now. He should be the one about to go to college. But you had to leave your sister who was his girlfriend in that darn building."
The guy stopped and laughed. "Your dreaming sweetie." Then he grabs me by the arms and starts to drag me. His friends smile and start to help him.
"HELP. SOMEONE HE..." Mike covers my mouth.
They take me into a room. When the doors close. The put me on the ground. We are in a closet.
"Take them off." The blonde one orders.
I don't move.
"NOW."
I still don't move. Then he reaches and grabs a part of my shirt where my bra is and pulls. Tearing my shirt so you can see my bra.
His eyes widen and then his friends join him. Then Mike grabs the hem of my skirt and tug. My skirt is at the floor on my ankles. Then one with black hair pushed me so I fell on the ground. I was laying with my legs sitting up spread open. I knew now was my chance. I kicked the one leaning down towards me and he stumbles and falls backward. Making the others fall. I pull up my skirt and get to the door. Trying to open it. It's locked. I bang on the door and yell for help.
"SOMEONE HELP. HELP ME." I turn around they all are on the opposite wall from me looking at me.They slowly step towards me. I push my back against the door when all of a sudden the door flings open and I fall to the ground.
A guy with light brown hair and light chocolate eyes looks down at me. I look into the closet. The four boys face turn stone cold. The light browned haired guy looks at me then the guys. And back a few times. He finally helps me up. He takes his sweatshirt off. In the process his shirt goes up and I can see his abs. He's hot. He hands me his sweatshirt, but I was still dazed at how fascinating he was. He chuckled and handed my his sweatshirt. Which broke me out of my daze.
"Here put it on." His voice is soft but rough. It sounds soothing.
I take his sweatshirt and put it on. I felt embarrassed because my shirt was torn and when I lifted my arms he would be able to see my bra. When I had his sweatshirt down and my arms down. He was off in a daze staring at me. I looked at the ground and flushed a deep scarlet. The guy went into the closet and grabbed them by their hands and walked out with them. He was halfway down the hall when he stopped and turned around.
"Come on." He says. With a sweet smile on his face.
When I get to him he reaches his free hand out to me. I take it slowly. We walk around a few corners. When we see the office. I let go of his hand. I look at him. His expression was unclear. When we reached the office. He told the secretary if we could see the principal. She took us right in.
The light brown haired literally pushed the guys into the office. He stayed by me at the door.
"Yes. How may I help you today, Bishop?" Mr. Wringer says looking at the light brown haired boy.
"Theses men-- no not men-- boys were stripping this young lady and was about to rape her in a closet sir." Bishop says.
"You just happen to know that was going to happen? If so or if not tell me your story." He says with a small smile.
"Well I was walking down the hall to my locker when I heard banging. Then a girl called for help. I looked through all the classroom door Windows. But when I saw nobody in them. I checked the closet. When I opened the door the girl fell out. And these boys were on the other side of the closet."
"Ah I see. Is there any proof, Bishop?" Mr. Wringer says.
Bishop looks at me and then at Mr. Wringer. "Yes, sir there is proof."
"May I see this proof."
Bishop looks at me again then to the floor. "It's up to the lady sir."
"Mrs. Um what your name?" Mr. Wringer asks.
"Winter. Marka Winter." I say looking at anything but Bishop
"Mrs. Winter may I see this proof?"
"Yes sir but it may expose some things I will not be happy to let anyone see." I say now looking at the ground.
"Yes indeed. Please do show nothing higher than the south equator please."
I lift Bishop's sweatshirt all the way up to my bra and stop. My shirt was torn.
"Yes thank you Mrs. Winter. Bishop thank you. You two may go. Your four on the other hand are staying here. Please shut the door on the way out."
Bishop and I left. After we were out of view point of the office Bishop grabbed my hand.
"Sorry you had to show him." He says.
"It's okay. I guess." Then we are quite. "Who am I kidding it was horrible. I hate them. Especially the black haired one."
"Why?" He said pulling me to a bench so we could sit.
"He put my brother in prison."
"Oh." He seemed surprised.
"Do you want to know?" I ask looking at him.
"I'm curious, but it is not my business."
"I will tell you." I say.
"Okay then." He moves closer so that our shoulders and knees are touching and a sparks goes through the me. "Do tell."
"His name is Mike. My brother Josh. Josh was dating Mike's sister, Becky. Well one night Josh was over heading over to their house to see Becky. Their parents were not home. When he was on their yard Josh heard a gun go off. Earlier that day Mike and Josh had an argument that Mike did not like Josh dating Becky, but Mike walked away saying he will find a way to ruin their relationship. Anyway back to when Josh heard the shot. Josh ran into the house. Breaking the door down. Josh grabbed the gun from Mike's hands. Mike was wearing gloves, but my brother was not. He saw Becky on the floor and went to her. He sat there and the gun point was laying right to where the whole Was in dead Becky's head. Josh was to busy crying to notice that Mike called the cops and told them that Josh had shot his sister Becky in the head. Five minutes later cops were there. And my brother in did up in prison, but before they took my brother away. Mike said, 'told you'. Thanks to Mike's selfishness my brother is in prison for murder."
"Oh. It's not what I thought."
"Really? What did you think?"
"Nothing near that."
I laughed at his face. He looked at me puzzled-- no not puzzled-- questioning face. It's turns from questioning to amusement and then his eyes seemed to have softened.
"You are an..." He starts say but then the bell rings.
I hop up and turn to him. I wave and walk away. When I reach my locker Becca is staring at me.
"Where the heck were you?" She asks in an angry tone.
I look around and I see Bishop. I wave at him and he smiles at me and nods his head. When I turn back to Becca her jaw is dropped her eyes almost popped out. She looked at me then she regained her guard.
"Do you know who that is?" She says.
I shake my head.
"That's Bishop Manner. He is the hottest sophomore in the entire school. All the girls are falling for him, but you happen to not fall for him, but somehow he catches you. Do you now how rare that can be in high school. It's five percent out of one hundred percent to happens. That how rare."
"Becca listen. You could talk for  hours about percents, but I really want to get to..." I was interrupted by Bishop who was walking towards us.
"We better get you to fifth." He says and then grabs my hand and walking away. I wave goodbye to  Becca. Who just stares at me with her jaw dropped.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Piper glaring at me. I smile and wave at her. She looks really mad.
Piper who is the hottest girl of all sophomores and freshman. I see people staring at me. I pass Jack. He is watching me.
Jack is the hottest guy of freshmen. I used to have a crush on him, but during middle school it faded. He found out I liked him in he eighth grade. Right now it looked like he is jealous.
"I believe he is jealous. He sees his enemy has his girl." Bishop whispers in my ear.
"Him jealous. Me his girl. No. I would rather be with one man. And I want to be that one man's girl." I whisper back.
"Who is that man?" He whispers.
The bell rings, and I realize we are in front of my fifth period.
"I guess you just have to wait and find out." I say and head inside.

 


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