The Bad Boy Chronicles

Chapter Five

|THE NEXT MORNING|

You know when you first wake up and you don't remember anything for a few seconds? You just have your mind clear and clutter free. It was like that for a few seconds until the thoughts from yesterday flooded inside my head.

I didn't want to think about it so I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind and got out of my bed. I stretched and immediately hunched over. The pain from yesterday was killing me. I lifted up my tank-top and looked into my mirror at the reflection staring back at me and moved my eyes to my stomach. There was a bright purple bruise that stretched from one side of my body to the other. No wonder it hurt like-

My door opened making me jump and dropping my tank-top so that it would cover my stomach again.

It was Katy.

"Hey I just wanted to check in on you since what happened yesterday and stuff." Her eyes glanced at my stomach and then back to my eyes.

I rubbed my stomach and replied with a measly "yeah."

"Is it bruised?" She asked taking a couple of steps towards me.

"Of course it is." I laughed, once again lifting my tank and showing her.

"Oh my god. I swear if I saw that boy right now-"

"You wouldn't do anything because I don't need him to have another reason to hurt me again." I interrupted.

"Okay, but I'm still going to scream at him." She said agreeing with me.

"I'm fine with that." I let out a small laugh and walked out of the room and into the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth. I started feeling claustrophobic so I decide to step outside for a few minutes.

On my way to the door I got stopped.

"Honey, where are you going?" Mrs. McNeil asked.

"Oh. I'm going to get some fresh air, that's all." I replied glancing towards the door.

"Okay, but don't stay out there too long. Breakfast will be ready in about ten-ish minutes." She replied. She was cooking what looked like pancakes in one pan, scrambled eggs in another, and bacon in a third pan.

I continue my walk towards the back door and step out onto the porch. Its was a nice summer day. I walked over to where the railing was and leaned against it. It felt nice to take a deep breath and listen to the birds chirping.

"Morning" Alex called from underneath the balcony.

Whoops. Spoke too soon.

He was holding a cigarette in his hand. We kind of just stared at each other awkwardly for a couple of minutes.

"Really?" I asked looking down at his hand.

"What? Oh, this?" He asked holding up the cigarette. I nodded and waited for a response.

"Katy didn't tell you? Oh wait- no she wouldn't have. She doesn't like me being around you." he laughed. "Anyway, smoking was one of the reasons I was sent to a correction school. I started, eh, maybe two years ago."

"So you're wanting to screw up a pair of perfectly good lungs that you'll probably never get back?" I asked.

"Not exact-" he was cut off by the back door opening. I snapped my head up to see that it was Mrs. McNeil.

"Breakfast is ready, sweetie. Oh, and have you seen Alex?" She asked in a worried tone.

"No I'm afraid I-"

"I'm right here mom. I was down in the shed cleaning some stuff up." He smirked at me and walked past his mom and into the house.