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Creative Created on 12-30-07 Views(48) Story Rating G

Blake walked into his house and locked himself in his room. It was literally the only place he felt at peace. Drawings and posters dotted his walls. NIN and Linkin Park posters were the majority. He sat on his bed and turned his stereo on, carefully checking the headphones were plugged in securely. If his dad heard any music at all from in there, it would hurt. One time his dad actually had a job, so Blake tried out his stereo without headphones. His dad came home early after getting fired for showing up drunk. He heard the music and it set him off. Blake bears the scars from that day to this one. The phone rang.

"Hello, Parker residence, Blake speaking." This greeting had also been burned into him by his dad.

"Blake, it's me, Hayley. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner. My mom made pasta, and that's her specialty."

"Yeah, sounds cool to me. I like your parents, but I never met them. Besides, you need to tell me the story from your old school. I have to know."

"Alright. You know where I live right? Corner house on eighth street, big yellow one. Can't miss it. Be over as soon as possible, we're waiting for you." Hayley hung up.

"Dad?" Blake said without emotion. Emotions were wrong in this house. "I've been invited over a friend's house for dinner. I won't be late coming home." He promised.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm goin' to the store to get beer."

After dinner, Blake and Hayley went out on the porch to talk. "Well, it all started with a kid named Randy," said Hayley, "He and I were really close. I kinda almost liked him too. But he wanted more than our friendship, apparently. One night we were out for a walk when he asked me for..well..you know. I said that I wasn't into that and told him I'd see him later. He seemed real cool and told me it was fine, he could wait until I was as ready as he was. That day never came. Randy decided not to wait anymore. He wanted it right then. At first it just came up in conversation. I mean, that sorta thing just happens. But it was also really..different. It seemed like he brought it up for a purpose. I was a little scared after he told me all the nasty stuff he looked at on the internet. 'Research'" Hayley spat, "or so he called it. Told me that when he did it for the first time, he wanted it to be like that because those girls looked like they were having fun, so the way the guys did it must be better. At this point I was regretting wearing shorts and a tanktop. Randy kept looking me up and down, like he was waiting for something. 'Hayley, babe. Let's do it. Please?' he asked me. 'No, I told you before, I won't!' But Randy tried to make me. When I got away, he started a rumor about me in school, saying that I gave him head and did all these other nasty things. I couldn't walk in the hallways in school without beig called whore or slut or anything else nasty." A tear found its way out of Hayley's eye.

Blake wished he had never asked her. It hurt her. He felt like crap.

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On January 4th 2008 EvilRaven9892 Said :
EvilRaven9892 awww that sucks
On December 30th 2007 xxhXcxx221 Said :
xxhXcxx221 this is good. kmp