I Can Do Better

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Okay, so here's my second fan fic. It doesn't follow any timeline at all except for it is set in 2004 or around there. I hope you guys like it.

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If you describe my life in one word, it'd definately be restless. Everything was changing right in front of my eyes and it didn't care if I could keep up or not. It was my choice. Sometimes I felt lost within everything and other times I felt on top of my game. Honestly, I just had to take everything one day at a time. Especially now. I was confused, scared, and I tried to hide it all. I would hang out with Jesse, Evan, Deryck, Steve, Cone, and, dare I say, Brandon everyday and none of them noticed that something was wrong, thank God. But it was weird, how could they not notice when one of them was the problem? That's right. It was Brandon. I had just hooked up with him a few weeks ago, a month after Jesse and I broke up. God, I fucking hated Brandon but I was way too scared to break up with him. I had never been scared of a person like this before. At first he was so sweet and now...he was a monster and super aggresive. If any of my other guy friends even touched me he would freak out. He used me...and what was worse, he abused me.

"Come on, Avril, let's go," He snapped at me, and grabbed me by the arm, attempting to lead me to the bedroom. I knew exactly what that bastard wanted but I wouldn't give it to him. Not a fucking chance.

"Fuck off, Brandon!" I snapped, pulling my arm from his grasp.

"Damnit, I said come on!" He yelled, his eyes burning with anger.

"And I said fuck off!" I retorted.

He slapped me across the face, "Don't tell me what to do!"

I stood back, "What's your problem?"

"I could ask you the same thing, bitch," He spat.

"You're my problem, Brandon!" I yelled, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Oh am I?" He asked, a stupid grin forming on his lips.

"Yeah, you are," I said, trying to calm down.

He walked into the kitchen. What the hell was he doing? "Well, I'd hate for that to continue."

My heart beat sped up as I saw him pick up a knife. He wouldn't dare.

"Yeah, I'd absolutely hate for my little Avril Lavigne to suffer," He said sarcastically.

"You take one step towards me with that thing and you'll be sorry, little son of a bitch," I threatened, backing up. My heart was racing now, and I was scared out of my fucking mind. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"I'll be sorry, huh? We'll see about that," He yelled, flinging the knife towards me.

I moved quickly so the knife wouldn't hit my face. Instead, it collided with my left wrist. "Damnit!" I yelled, grabbing my bleeding wrist. I looked up at Brandon, his eyes now boiling with anger. "Get the fuck out of here. Now!" I said, quietly, eyeing him as I grabbed the roll of paper towels.

"Fine, but you haven't seen the end of me," He threatened, slamming the door behind him.

I sank to the kitchen floor, attempting to stop the bleeding with a pile of paper towels. I just sat and cried for hours. What the hell had happened? He had been the sweetest guy ever until now and I didn't know what I had done wrong. Maybe I hadn't done anything. Maybe it was just him. Either way, I'm glad he was gone, at least for now. And, I knew I could do much better than him.

[Far Away]

OMG! thats awesome, more please!!

[Avril Misery]

OMG! This'll be good.

[Miss Type A]

I HATE BRANDON!

[punkrocker22]

omg what a gr8 beginning. she has to get away from brandon. lol

[xcamberx]

great begining

[sweety7852000]

wow that was awesome.... Have Evan or Deryck beat the shit out of him....

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Originally Posted by sweety7852000

wow that was awesome.... Have Evan or Deryck beat the shit out of him....

oh i'm working on an update, by the way. I'll have it posted in a few minutes.

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The next day, I remembered the guys had planned out my whole day with them. Well, every guy except Brandon. I still couldn't believe what happened and the fact that this pit of shit wasn't over. It actually scared me. Knowing that Brandon could and would go to the extremes of hurting me really made me nervous and cautious about everything. I was even thinking about staying with Evan for a while. He'd been my best friend for what seemed like forever so I know he'd let me stay. But the problem is, I didn't want to tell anyone. To me, telling people could only make this whole ordeal worse.

Remembering that I somehow needed to hide the evidence, I grabbed a black wrist band and covered the deep cut. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, grabbing my sensitive wrist. Even the wrist band made it throb.

Once the pain died down, I rolled my eyes and changed into a grey tank top, my black pants, and my Converse. Slowly, I brushed out my black-streaked brunette hair, being careful not to make any noise. Damn, was I really that paranoid? Brandon wasn't even in the house and I was already freaking out. It just reminded me of those damn horror movies. If you weren't quiet, the evil dude would jump at the chance to fuck you up. I didn't like that feeling.

After brushing my hair, I rushed outside to find Evan, Jesse, Steve and Deryck waiting. Cone couldn't make it today.

"Hey boys," I said, quietly, jamming my hands in my pockets. I bit my lip and winced as my left hand entered my pants pocket. Oh shit that hurt.

"Hey Av," They said in unison.

"So what are we doing?" I asked.

Evan shrugged, "Well, we had this really cool plan, but we can't do it without Cone. So fuck that. I guess we're just walking around to pass the time until the nightclub opens."

I nodded and refused to meet any of their gazes since I was afraid they may notice something different. They always did. If something was wrong with me, they could tell just by looking at me.

With that, we all started walking along the sidewalk.

"You know I got that new guitar, Av?" Jesse said. Good, he'd been wanting that damn thing for ages now.

"You did? Cool," I answered, absolutely emotionless. I didn't feel like talking, I just felt like watching my back, or for any signs of Brandon.

Jesse nodded and the silence settled over our little group once more.

I kept my head down as we walked and allowed myself to drown into my thoughts until the point where I almost hit a pole. "Shit!" I exclaimed, stepping back.

"You alright there, Av?" Deryck asked, stopping in his tracks.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I answered, trying avoid conversation.

Deryck called to the guys, "You go on, we'll catch up," He lowered his voice, "No, you're not fine, Avril. Tell me what's wrong."

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oh and thanks guys for all the comments.

[Miss Type A]

tell them Av!
They'll help!