Extra-Terrestrial ~~~~~ An Alien Romance

"I said no!" I yelled, He just constanly bothered me. "Well I said yes!" He yelled back. I was walking home when he had came up behind me and told me how much he liked me, and stuff. Sorry to break it to ya hun, but this is major eww-age. He was trying to get me to go out with him but I said, "Hell no, never, not even in your dreams." This wasn't everyday, no, this was every minute, second, hour. And it wasn't always just him. I kept walking quickly, him right behind me. When we came to an empty lot I passed every day he pushed me against the nearest brick wall. "Say...yes!" He yelled, very out of breath. "No! Leave me alone John!" And then he decided to kiss me then, his hands slipping to my wrists. He even went farther, sticking his tounge in my mouth. But then I bit his tounge so hard he backed away with a loud "YOWEEEE!" He held his tounge, it was bleeding like nothing. Then he looked up at me, eyes dark as night, He lunged for me, punching me so hard in the stomach I dropped to the ground. He started pacing as I screamed in much discomfort. AHH! The pain! The agony! "I didn't want to do this, not anything like this! Out of all the hores at St.Catherine's I chose, normal, beautiful amazing you! You don't get to say no to me! No one gets to say no to John Russel!" Then he grabbed me by shirt, pushing me against the wall again, weakly, I dropped my head. Then he kissed me again. Kissing as much as he could and more. I felt his hot breath meet, his tounge play tag with my, saliva meeting salvia. But when he started to unzip his pants, I had to grab as much strength as I could to kick him where it counts. He dropped to the ground, hitting his head. Still against the wall I ran, but he grabbed my ankle. I fell, my chin met the ground and as I heard the crack! I bit my tounge. He started to drag my towards him as I screamed in agony. He then hooked my flawless legs around his waist. I squirmed and wiggled as he reached his hands up my black denim skirt that I unfortantely had on. Then I started to claw his face, he held it and I saw bleeding streaks. He removed his hands, and slapped me hard across the face. I started to cry as he tried to mess under my skirt. Oh hell no. I unhooked my legs from around his waist as I took my two black combat booted feet and kicked him with all my might right at his chest. He dropped from his knees down on the ground. Then I scocer punched him, his mouth was just wide open, in too much pain to scream, which was bad. Then I kicked and kicked and kicked him. I played soccer and took karate. Then he started to choke against his own blood. His nose had blood running from it like a freaking river. Then I took my backpack, and hit him with it roughly. Then I continued to kick him, throwing a few clawing and slaps. I would've probably killed him if I continued to kick and hit him, he was bleeding like crazy, but a voice in my head said, '/Stop, your going to kill him! He hurt you and now you got him! Just Stop! A murder isn't going to look good on a College application, even if it was self defense! Stop!!!/' And I did, I picked up my backpack, noticing my throbing ankle, I guess when he grabbed me he twisted my ankle. I took one last glance at him as he rolled and moaned in plain agony. I took a deep breath, I felt like I looked like s(hi)t but I pushed my hair that was in a ponytail back and limped painfully home. @ @ @ @ @ I looked in the mirror of my purple bathroom. Thank God I had my own. I had to pass by my parents who were wondering why I was late quickly. It was bad. Real bad. My chin, now was as purple as my bathroom, looking like facial hair. My tounge was sore and throbbing, I could still taste the blood and I swear I had holes where my teeth bit. I had tooken off my clear white flannel shirt, splatered with blood. My stomach was one of the worst spots, purple, red, black, all my favorite colors. It was sore and throbing like nothing. No wonder I wasn't that hungry. And my ankle would feel like having a baby, getting hit by a monster truck and being soccer punched at the same time if I put pressure on it. It was swollen and purple, puffy and sore. My face was slightly puffy, and red where he hit me. "Knock knock!" Said a voice, I turned to see my bestfriend Destin, smiling and happy. But then he caught the sight of me, in nothing but a white bra and black denim skirt, bruised and deshelved. My hair was litterally torn from the ponytail, the silyband I had in my hair was hung by a few pieces of spare hairs. His perfect mouth fell open. "Oh my god-" But he stopped coming in the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, afraid the 'rents would hear. "What the hell happened to you!?" He finally yelled. He came over, dropping his backpack on the ground and rushing over to touch my face. His hands flew away, as he backed up. He was angry. "Who did this to you?" He said between teeth and clenched fists. "I handled it and-" "I don't care if you handled it! I know you could! I just want to know what basturd did this to you so I can report him!" I looked down. He ran his hand through he spiky golden brown hair. His emerald's mistaken for eyes widing because I wouldn't say. "I'm fine." I said quietly, he had an awful temper. Then he stopped his pacing and flew to my face. "Your...not...f(uck)ing fine! Look at yourself! Your not going to tell me, but I'll figure it out." He said, when they found John it would be the talk of the schoo. "Until then," He said much calmer, facing me and looking into my eyes,"we need to fix you up before your parents freak." Then he ran some bathwater, putting in the ebsom salt he found in the water. Then he looked at me, and motined me to stick my feet in. I did, as he went to find some advil and make-up. I looked down...sigh, I hate this.