What It Was

Chapter Two

[Kenneth's POV - September 17th, 20xx]

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Another blurry night. Nights I wish would fade from memory. Nobody understands, nobody takes the time to. My dads too much of a wimp to do anything and my moms the bitch who does everything, everything wrong.

It hasn't gotten better, I've chosen to believe it never will.

I wake up in a cold sweat and look down to see my hands trembling. Letting out a shaky breath and getting myself out of bed I shake the thoughts from my head and get dressed.

My window is closed, shades down. The sun gives me a headache first thing in the morning. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror noticing the bruises on my skin that line my arms and torso. I tell people they're from boxing.

They're not.

Annoyed at my reflection I quickly throw on some black baggy jeans and a t-shirt.

I can still see the bruises.

I pull at my black hair and curse under my breath grabbing a new shirt, long sleeve this time. I tilt my head back and shrug.

This will have to do.

I throw on a simple chain necklace, a belt, and belt chain then quietly open my door sneaking to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once that's done I go back to my room and throw on shoes, grab my backpack and keys, then sneak downstairs to avoid possible confrontation from my mother or father.

I start my car and speed to school. I may hate school but at least when I'm there I'm not here.

I notice that I cut off Zachary as I speed past his driveway. I smirk to myself and turn up my music.

Fucker deserves it. He's got it so good.

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I'm not even paying attention in class as my teacher keeps lecturing about the current book we're reading. I let out a rather loud sigh that catches my teachers attention.

"Yes, Mr. Emerson? Do you have something you'd like to add to the conversation?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Oh no, sorry Mr. Tuft, I just sighed because I'm bored as hell."

"How? The story is amazing, one of my favorites." A girl piped up from a couple rows over. I look at her, slowly trailing my eyes down her body just to see who she thinks she is.

"I didn't ask Blondie." I flash one last glance at her before focusing back on my desk.

"I think you'd like it if you paid attention. The main character is a lot like you. Unruly yet mysterious." She smirks to herself as most of the class is now paying attention to our banter. Something in me ignites and my fist bawls up. I look at her again, this time glaring.

"Wanna say that again?" I start to get out of my chair but the teacher stops me.

"Kenneth if you don't sit down I'll be seeing you in detention after school."

"This is a load of shit." I roll my eyes but reluctantly sit back down and go back to ignoring everyone.

Who does she think she is? Unruly? Mysterious? Oh fuck off. I'm just a dude who hates English class.

The girl shakes her head slightly and goes back to listening to the teachers lecture, and class goes on as per usual.

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After class I find myself walking to the water fountain to get a drink, but the same chick who called me out in class was there filling up her water bottle. I stick my hands in my pockets waiting impatiently for my turn.

"Would you hurry up already?" I grumble tapping my foot.

"If you don't learn to have patience you won't make it far in life." She says to me, not making eye contact and still filling her bottle.

"I'm not worried about that I'm worried about getting a drink." I look at her with a scowled expression. She's got shoulder length wavy blonde hair. She's wearing a baby blue cropped t-shirt and white flared jeans. When she finally finishes she turns to me and I see her face. Her eyes are brown, and she has faint freckles that scatter her cheeks.

"I'm done, you can get your drink now." She chuckles seeing that I was staring. I roll my eyes and get a drink. When I'm done I see she's still there.

"What do you want blondie?" I sigh.

"Nothing." She lets out a faint chuckle and walks away. I stare at her as she leaves, confused.

What the fuck?

I run my hand through my hair and forget about it as I make my way to my next class.

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The last bell rings and I walk to my locker to gather my stuff and leave.

Once I get to my car I double check to see if my boxing gloves are in the back along with my wrist wraps. Seeing that they're there I get in and drive into town where the tiny boxing place resides.
There's not a lot of people that go to this place but it's like a small family.

Chris is the coach, he teaches us everything. José is one of my boxing partners who can actually keep up with me. He gave me a black eye once and we laughed it off. Carter is the only other chill guy here that I'll talk to. He's newer but made a good first impression. José and Carter are both in college.

Boxing keeps me in check until hockey season starts back up. Carter also used to play hockey when he was in high school so it gives us something to talk about.

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It's around 8:00 pm when I finally get home. I see the driveway is empty and my body loses some tension.

Great, I have the house to myself for a bit.

I go to the kitchen and get myself some food and water. That blonde girl is still on my mind though for some reason.

Who does she think she is? Does she not know who I am?

I slam my cup on the table, frustrated, and finish eating.

After, I put all my dishes in the sink and wash them. Then I put them away as if I never even used them. I walk to my room and take of my clothes throwing on a pair of gym shorts. I yawn loudly and get into bed. I plug my earbuds into my phone and place them in my ears. I close my eyes as the music plays and everything fades as I fall asleep.

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