What's behind the eye's by Shaebugzee (e reader pdf best .TXT) 📕

Chapter 1


I turned and looked back, I couldn't see them anymore but I knew they were there, I knew they were coming.

Run, Leah, run. The thought ran through my head a million times, as it has before. I turn and start to run as fast as I could. I heard a deep laugh not too far behind. I snuck a peak to see how close they were but yet I still couldn't see them. But I would see them. No matter how fast I am, how far I go, or where I go they find me, and they hurt me. Half the time I'm unconscious, but the other times I can see what happens,and if I struggle then they start hitting.

I look at where I'm going but take a wrong turn and end up in an dead end ally way. I stare at my surroundings... a large ugly brick wall starred back. to my right was a large dumpster, and all around was the smell of cat piss.

I turn to run out but my path was blocked by four large guys. Usually there's only three. They stood about five feet away using their hight to intimidate me, and it was working, but I tried to relax my features so that I didn't look scared.

I knew what was going to become of me, I knew that second time that they would not leave me alone.

I glared at the group of boys with all the hatred I could sum up. They just starred back with smirks on their faces, all except one. The new guy. He looked like he was concentrating on something. He had blond hair with bits of brown in it. His structured face was kind of pale in the setting sun light. He wore a blue T-shirt that went perfectly with his icy blue eyes and worn jeans. He looked about six inches taller than me and about seventeen. My age.

"I think she likes the new guy, she's starring at him." one guy chuckled. I looked at the rest of them. there was two twin guy's with coal black hair, black eyes, and lightly dark skin. Both very tall and muscular. Around twenty. The only way I could tell them apart was that when one got angry his arm twitched like he was going to hit something and the other guy just smirked and laughed in your face. Otherwise they were exactly the same.

I looked over to the last guy who always ordered everyone around. He had dark red brown hair with pale, pale skin. His eyes were a forest green and he looked twenty-one or twenty-two. He had a light British accent.

"Leave her alone. We have to do this quickly, we have to be back before seven." he turned his forest green eyes to me and let a soft growl loose. I flinched and take a step back. my shoulder hit the dumpster and I instinctively grab my shoulder. I scoot slowly back until my back is up against the wall. I slide down feeling the cold ruff brick against my back.

I stare strait ahead and m vision goes out of focus. A British accent breaks through my trance.

"New guy, take this pill and pop it in her mouth. But watch out for her pearly whites, she bites."

I look up his face and he winks. My eyes slide down to the small white pill he held in his hand. I already feel dizzy.

I look over to the new guy. he looked hesitant. I pleaded with my eyes that he would just walk away. But he didn't walk away, he walked to the British guy picked up the pill and walked the few steps to me. He crouches down with the pill in between his index finger and is thumb. He puts the pill and his fingers into my mouth. I instantly bite down as hard as I can and he pulls his fingers out leaving the pill in my mouth.

"Shit, you mother fucking bitch." his voice sounded like silk, even though he was cussing. I spit the pill in his face.

"Maybe you should clean your language up, ass hole." I practically shouted it in his face. I heard laughing behind him.

His eyes flashed a little darker and at lighting speed he grabbed the pill, shoved it back into my mouth and put his hand over my mouth and nose so that I couldn't breath.

"Listen, you little witch, I will let you breath if you swallow the pill. If you don't swallow the pill then you will pass out from the lack of oxygen in your brain. Understand?"

I shook my head no and his grip got tighter. My lungs started to burn. I tried to kick him but decided shortly after that it was no use and I swallowed the pill. His hand was gone from my mouth and I gasped the in the air. I started to cough and everything was spinning. What was strange though was that the last thing I saw before the blackness engulfed me was the regret in his icy blue eyes.

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I woke up with my vision still blurry.
I felt around me and felt silk. I touched my own body and noticed I was naked. I sat up quickly and my head swam. I closed my eyes tightly as I let the fact that I'd been raped again sink in. I felt the cold, numb, emptiness fill my eyes. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I knew the black glittered walls and the shiny wooden floor. I knew the black silk sheets on the comfy bed that I had slept on for a long, long time. I knew the glass doors and the furniture. I knew my room in my house when I saw it.

I clenched my fists as a shiver ran through my spine. They knew where I lived.

I stood up and checked my clock. 8:03 a.m.

I ran over to my closet and fell down. Sharp pain traveled back and forth in lower parts of my body. I pushed the thought of rape far from my brain because there was nothing I would do. I couldn't go to the cops because besides the point that they wouldn't be able to find them and that it was their word against mine, and there was four of them, I could not, would not put myself through that kind of humiliation. I hated it when people whispered about me. I will kill someone because of that hatred.

I stood up and sucked up the pain, I have school to go to, even if I was going to be late. I walked over to my large closet and grabbed a black low cut tank top and pair of black jeans. I walked to my dresser and pulled out a matching pair of blue lace bra and underwear. I pull the clothes on over my milky white skin.

I walked into my bathroom and pulled out black eyeliner out of a drawer. I applied it quickly and ran a brush through my hair. I looked at my reflection and it glared back. My silver eyes looked like they held secrets that no one could. My almost black hair made my face look even paler. My lips looked a little swollen as if I'd been making out with someone. I had a slight bruise on cheek and my neck.

I sighed and walked out. I slipped my feet into a pair of worn neon converse and grabbed my light coat. I slipped outside shutting the glass door. I walked up to my plum purple dodge charge 69' and reached out under the left fender. I pulled out a set of keys that rested on the tire. I opened up the door and sped off.

In a matter of time I was at Cascade high school in North Dakota.

Yep, that's right I live in North Dakota, a state where there is rapists. Just like in every state. I'm not exactly discing North dakota, I'm just saying that no matter where you go, it sucks.

Know what? Just forget I said anything about North Dakota, alright? Just forget.

I drove on and on until I came to a large campus. I parked my car between a blue old Chevy and a cooped up little gray ford. It's quite pitiful what most people drive around these days, then again they don't have a mother that sends thousands of dollars from france.

I open the car door and slowly slide out. I take in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

I take a step forward then another and another until without really thinking about it I came to the curb. I look down at my feet and then to all the buildings that formed a circle with a small office in the center.

I sighed again and started to walk towards a building with a large number three on it. I slid the yellow door open until I came into a little room with little stuffed animals all over the room. The walls were brown and the floors were white. The classroom looked decorated as little without being boring.

I looked around and finally noticed that everyones conversations had stopped and all eyes were focused on me. Someone cleared their throat and I whipped my head to the teacher Mr.Holt. He wore a nice little gray suit with tidy little shoes. His brown hair was ruffled up, which seemed weird with the suit. His chocolate warm eyes flared hot with anger as he stared me down. he waved a tan hand at me motioning for me to come there.

My feet moved automatically towards his desk.
"Yes Mr. Holt?" I said putting an apologetic smile on my face. I knew it was fake but I knew that he didn't.

"Please take a seat Miss. Leah Tanner." His voice was ruff, kind of like he hadn't slept in a while.

I saluted him and almost ran to my seat next to my best friend Austin Holt. In case you were wondering, the answer is yes, Austin his Mr. Holts son.

Austin looked almost exactly like his father. His clothes were neat, and his hair disheveled, his skin was a little bit lighter and he wore glasses.

He was a big geek and he refused to acknowledge that. Thats also why he was my best friend, because he was a weird stubborn person.

"Hello little Miss. Gothic, how is the weather outside?" He asked as I sat down next to him. He held an imaginary microphone in his hand.

I hit his shoulder slightly hard.

"OW!" he rubbed his shoulder. I heard another clearing of the throat and I inwardly moaned. I knew I was going to get yelled at because even though I was his sons friend and he was nice to me when I wasn't at school, he tried to be particularly mean to me when people were around and I didn't know why.

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