Broken Heart: chapter 3

chapter 4: the hero




Eventually, I forgot about Lucas; my depression had been cured, and it seemed as if he wasn’t a part of my life anymore. I’ve started hanging out with my friends more, but it seems as if there’s one friend i’ve completely forgotten about… oh well. They probably never notice me, anyway.

My friends had invited me to a party for the mid-semester, and I decided to go. But the party wasn’t just for us; it was for the whole school.
They played most of my favorite songs by my favorite authors, and I danced my heart out for everyone. I didn’t sing though, because everyone knows I can’t sing. They didn’t really serve much food for us though; frozen pizzas and potato chips were the only things they had. But the party was a whole lot of fun…

until several guys ended up crashing the party; everyone began cheering as they carried a huge box and lying it on the floor; after they had opened it, a bunch of people went towards it, getting the unknown items inside.

I soon found out that there was beer in the box. I quickly went outside, picking up my phone and dialing my mom’s phone number. I’m good and pure; I’m never drinking, smoking, or doing any of that stuff, because it’s just…dumb.

I waited and waited for her to pick up the phone, but it seemed as if she would never answer. Suddenly, the phone was removed from my hand and dropped onto the floor.

“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA-,” I shouted, cutting off my sentence as I saw a bunch of guys approaching me, looking as if I was their meal.

“Who ya callin’,” one of them asked.

“No one,” I lied.

“Really,” another one of them asked, picking up the phone and looking at the number I was dialing. “HA! You want your mommy, little girl?”

then, they started laughing, and one of them pushed my against the wall, and I found myself hyperventilating.

“P-Please let me go,” I pleaded, terrified for my life.

“You’re going no where, sweetheart,” one replied.

“You’ll just be staying with us for a while…”

Suddenly, one of them pressed their body close to mine, nibbling on my neck; I moaned for help, but it seemed as if no one cared that I was about to be raped…

until a boy about my age started tackling them to the ground, beating them senselessly to the point of death. They all began to run away just after their leader had gotten knocked out.

I was able to get a close look at the boy’s face; he had bright green eyes and messy red hair, and he had one of his ears pierced with a tiny skeleton.

“Are you alright,” he asked me.

“I am now,” I joked, causing him to chuckle a little.

“You… really shouldn’t be here,” he replied back.

“I didn’t know there would be alcohol at this party!”

“It’s high school; what did you expect?”

I chuckled a little, blushing when the boy shook my hand like he was a gentleman,

“I’m Christopher, but everyone usually prefers me as ‘Chris’. And you are?”

“M-M….M-Marylyn.”

“Marylyn… what a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he replied, suddenly kissing my hand. I giggled a little right after he did that.

“It…It used to be my grandmother’s.”

“I’m sure she was a very beautiful lady; would you like to go out for ice cream?”

“Th-That’d be nice…”

“Then let’s go, shall we,” he replied, taking my arm like a gentleman.



I knew then that he was the one for me.