The Boy at My Window
A pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I noticed he was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek bone."Don't you have a friend's house you could go to?" I asked curiously."That's the first place he'd look." he said simply but seriously.I bit my lip unsure. "Come on, Shaina. It's one night."I finally nodded and stepped away from the window. * This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language.*Go check out the sequel But Why Not…