The New Boy

Chapter fourteen

The rest of the week went by horribly. The bullying got much worse, me getting beat up almost everyday.

I slam the door of my house once I finally made my way home. I sigh and slide down against the door. I hold my arm which is throbbing. I take a deep breath and use the table next to the door to help me stand up.

I make my way to the bathroom and take off my jacket. I look at the huge bruise on the left arm and sigh. My back aches from when I fell against the pavement. I look at myself in the mirror and a stream of tears fall down my face.

"Hold on," I mutter to myself quietly and lean on the sink. I look down and watch as the tears fall into the sink. I look at my wrists that are tore up and filled with scars. The front and back of both arms are horrible. I shake a little, knowing that Jake will find out eventually, I don't know how he'll react.

I don't know how thinks turned so bad so fast. It's only been a week. Its old habits. I sigh and wipe my eyes. I grab my grey sweat shirt that has a black hood and strings.

I walkout and lay on the couch, waiting for Jake to get here. I hold my sleeves. I hear a knock on the door and Jake walks in. He smiles and I jump up and hug him. He laughs and hugs me back. He lightly pulls away and I kiss him. He kisses me back and lightly puts his arms around my waist. I pull away and smile, looking down for a minute.

"I missed you," I say quietly and he smiles.

"I could tell, I missed you too." he says and clears his throat a little. "This is Lindsey, my dad told me to bring her," he says and moves aside so I can see her. She's not ten, I can tell you that. She looks about sixteen, our age. I smile at her and lightly wave. She looks at me and smiles back.

"Hi." Lindsey says quietly to me and I smile.

"Hey." I say back and she nods. Jake lightly puts his arm around me and I hold his hand.

I lead both of them in and shut the door.

"Do you guys want anything?" I ask and Jake shakes his head but Lindsey shrugs.

"Do you have anything to drink?" she asks and I nod.

"What do you want?" I ask and she thinks for a minute.

"Water?" she asks and I grab a bottle out of the refrigerator. I hand it too her and she smiles.
"Thanks," she says and I nod.

"No problem," I say and lean on the side of the couch. Jake leans next to me and looks at me.

"Did I miss anything?" he asks and I feel like telling him how bad the bullying got and about how I broke down. But, I don't know why, I just don't tell him. I shake my head.

"No," I say and he nods.
"How was it?" I ask and he shrugs.

"It's was okay," he says and I nod.
"How are you?" he asks and I hold my sleeves.

"Fine I guess." I say and look down a bit.

"You guess?" he asks and I shrug.

"I'm just really glad your back." I say and he puts his arm around me. I lean into him and a wave of relief goes through me.

"Can we go back to your house?" Lindsey asks and I look at Jake. He nods and I stand up. I walk past her and open the door.

We all walk out and back to his house. He opens the door and we walk in. Anthony is laying on Gavin who is asleep on the couch. Gemma is laying on the floor asleep. I don't see his dad, I'm figuring he's asleep somewhere too. It's only about eight at night, Lindsey walks to Gemma's room, rubbing her eyes. I sit down on the other couch and Jake sits next to me. I look at Gavin and Anthony and smile.

"What happened?" he asks and I look at him.

"What?" I ask and he lightly picks up my arm, looking at my wrist. I see that my sleeves rolled up just a little. I quickly pull away and roll my sleeve down.
"Nothing," I say back and he looks at me. He takes my arm again, rolling up my sleeve.

"Oh my god Jamie, that's bad." he says and I feel the burning tears.

"I'm sorry." I say quietly and Gemma shuffles a little. Jake slowly stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up. He leads my to his bedroom and shuts the door. I lean against the door and be puts his arms beside my shoulders, blocking me.

"What happened?" he asks and I shake my head.

"I don't know, I couldn't take it." I say quietly, not looking at him.

"Take off your sweatshirt," he says and steps away, giving me room. I don't respond, I just stand there. "Let me see," he says and I slowly lift up my arms, pulling my sweat shirt off.

I don't have anything on but a bra. I look up at him and he looks at the fresh bruise on my arm. He doesn't pay much mind to the fact that I'm only wearing my bra.

"Who the hell did that?" he asks and I sigh, shaking my head.
"When did this happen?" he asks and sit on the bed. He sits next to me and he lightly touches my back.

I tense up and let out a small grunt in pain.

"You have marks all over your back," he says.
"Who did it?" he asks again.

"Brady's 'group', but Brady wasn't there." I say back and he looks at me.

"You're fucking kidding me," he says and looks at me. I stay almost completely silent. He sigh a bit and I gently bite my bottom lip.