The Worst

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I hopped in the shower, making sure to do my usual routine of scrubbing, exfoliating, shampooing and rinsing.

Three times.

As usual.

I have to make sure I'm clean. A clean body equals, a clean mind and a clean soul. A clean soul, is a happy soul. Unfortunately, no amount of scrubbing, exfoliating, shampooing and rinsing can make me happy.

I jumped out the shower and made sure I was dry before wrapping the towel around my waist and exiting the bathroom. When I reached my bedroom, the first thing I did was pick out a white V-neck jumper and dark blue jeans. I placed them tentatively on my bed to make sure they didn't crease or else I would have to steam Iron them again.

I creamed myself, and quickly blow dried my hair. As I was fitting into my Jeans I received a text from April.

'Don't forget, we're meeting at 4 for shopping and dinner.'

'Okay babe, I'll be there x.'

I strained my neck to look up at the purple, square clock sitting comfortably on my wall. '1:40' I had less than three hours to go to Zack's house and then come out to meet April.

I'll make it on time.

Well I'll try - I'll do what I can.

I put on my white V-neck and after my head came through, I was facing the mirror and staring at my face,

At my bruise.

I made the stupid mistake of applying makeup before getting into the shower. I opened up my make up bag and rubbed a little bit of concealer on my face. Again. I wasn't bothered putting on full face make up, I'm only going Zack's house and he's seen me in every state possible. From just waking up, to no makeup, to crying, to angry. He's seen me at my best and my worst. He's also caused my worst..

I started having doubts as I kept thinking about what April was saying to me. She was actually talking sense, and I know she wasn't telling me all of that to hurt me, but she was telling me for the best. Because she loves me and wants to make sure I'm always safe. Her words kept replaying in mind.

'Are you crazy!! The boy beat you up and you're going to his house again?'

Over.

'Wow.'

And over.

'Did we not watch 'murdered by my boyfriend' together?? If you don't be careful, that's going to be you.'

And over again.

My gut feeling kicked in and I started feeling sick. What if I end up like that cute teenage girl in 'murdered by my boyfriend.' We were the same age.

17.

As I began thinking about how her boyfriend murdered her, with no form of regret whatsoever, I began retching and gagging. But nothing came out of my mouth.

Should I go?

I almost think Zack read my thoughts and noticed my doubts because he called me. My phone was ringing loudly and I was contemplating whether I should pick up or not.

I gave in.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering why he called me again.

"Kacey."

"Yeah, hi." I grabbed my earphones and I put them in so that I could carry on getting ready. I placed my car keys and my sunglasses in my black handbag.