Chapter 1 What Seemed To Be I could feel him, I could smell him, I could hear him. I could be with him all day long. He held on to my blue leather jacket. There we were in his large Jeep. I wanted to cry, I wanted to kiss him. But something inside told me not to. He was there for me when I needed him, and now I was leaving him. I wished I wouldn't. I wanted to stay, I needed to stay. But I had to leave. It was time. I stroked his jet black hair. His perfect stubble on his face made my neck itch, but I didn't think much about it. I just wanted to hug him and never let him go. "Heather," he whispered. His vpice started to crack and I knew tears were welling in his eyes. That made tears well in my eyes. He cared about me, the first guy I found that actually cared about me I was leaving him. This wasn't right. I felt dirty and I felt disgusted with myself. "Yes Max," I said, a tear now falling from my eye. "Don't leave me," he said. I felt his tears land on my chest, he was crying, he was crying over me. I held him tighter. My blonde hair flew with the wind as it cascaded through his car windows. It was midnight and I knew I was after curfew, but I didn't care. I needed him and he needed me, and that's all that mattered to me. He started wiping his eyes and sniffling. I shook my head and continued to cry. "It's fine Max, you can cry. I don't want to leave you." I replied. Hearing that he jumped off me and frowned. "You chose to leave me, and for that, I know you'll never see me again, you choose a college all the way in England? Why there?!?! You wanted to leave me! This is your way of breaking up with me! You're gonna move there and find another guy that loves you, and my feelings won't matter anymore!" With that, he starred into my eyes and cried again, he threw his head on the steering wheel and balled his eyes out. I moved closer to him and he cringed at the me. "Max, I will always love you," I replied softly. "Always," Max looked up at me and touched my cheek. "I can't..I can't loose you," his eyes filled up with more tears. I knew Max had a bad life. The two most important people in his life had left him. His mom and dad had died from an accident. Him and his two younger sisters Kylie, Kayla were put in a foster home. Max was 12 and Kayla and Kylie were both only 3. Kayla and Kylie were adopted first, they were all seperated. Max got adopted when he turned 14, by Heather's neighbors. Mr and Mrs. Hampstine. Heather and Max fell in love as Sophmores in High School. Once they graduated, Heather got a scholarship to England to play Varsity Soccer. Max hadn't gotten accepted to any colleges, he even applied to Heather's college but sadly, was declined. Heather didn't know what else to do. She slid out the car and gave one last glance Max. "I love you Max, nothing in the world can change that," she said "Just....just go," Max replied still crying Heather closed the door and started to walk home. It was late her home was 8 blocks away, she could male it by 12:15. As long as she kept walking. Heather neared around a corner where there were a group of drunk guys with beers in their hands. Heather hesitated before walking pass them, but she thought if she just kept a fast pace they wouldn't be able to talk to her. Heather walked fastly pass the group of guys, but not fast enough. A guy grabbed her arm and pulled ger by him. "Where you going beautiful lady?" he asked her. His breath smelled of cigarettes and beer. She pulled away from him. "Leave me alone," she replied angrily. Another man grabbed her and shook her. "Hmmm, she's a pretty little thang," he replied to his buddies. They all laughed and drew closer to Heather. Heather struggled to get away, but his grip was so tight it was hard to even move," "Help! Help!" Heather screamed. "Yeah scream for help little lady, no one can hear you, and it just encourages us," a man with no teeth said to her. Heather yelled for her life. Another man with sunglasses on covered her mouth with his hand. She screamed but her sounds seemed to be drowned out. The men surrounded Heather. Her heart beated loudly. Another man unbuttoned her white dress shirt. She started struggling. "Hold her tighter!" the man replied. As told, they tightened their grips on her wrists. She screamed louder. No one could hear her, no one was listening. The man licked his lips as her top fell to the ground. She moved around trying to escape, but no one would let her go. Just then, a tall handsome guy walked along and heard screaming. He saw a girls top on the ground, and a large group of men surrounding something. He walked over to watch and he saw her. A beautiful girl with her top off and a hand over her mouth. He pushed them all out the way. "Hey! Hey! Get off her! Move ya freaks!" he replied Heather was released and the men all ran in different directions. Heather was on the ground grabbing her top and putting it back on. She hurried to button it up. "Are you ok?" he asked "No, get away from me!" "It's ok, I'm here to help," "I have to get home," Heather said getting up and putting back on her top. "Are you sure about that Miss? I mean it is really late, and you almost was..." "Shut up! I want to go home!" "Ok ok, calm down, I can take you home," "I'm fine with walking, thank you very much," "You don't have to, I really want to help," Heather looked in his eyes. He was handsome and tall with brown hair and green eyes. Heather could tell he was being sincere. But she had not time, she needed to go. "I have to go," "I can take you," "Do you seriously think I want to be with a guy right now after that? I just wanna get home and call the police as soon as possible," "I have a phone in my car, I can take you to the police station," "No! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Heather stormed off. Not looking back
I know at first I was originally writing the story, but then my sister started messing it up bt putting all that other junk in it. She doesn't usually write first person stories so that's why it switched to third so quickly.