If I Hide My Face, Maybe I'll Hide My Pain -A One Direction Fanfiction-

Chapter 2: My Friends

I walked down the school hallway, my eyes studying the floor tiles. Hearing lockers slam and people talk. I heard no name calling. Maybe I could feel normal today.

"Hey whore!" I heard a girl call out. Nope, I guess not. A lot of girls only know of my services because their boyfriends are customers. Well at least that is the case of Harmony Ashley, one of the girls who call me whore everyday. I pushed pass her and her poesy to get to my locker. Spinning the combination I heard my 'friends' coming up to me. I looked over at them, trying not to let them see my bruised cheek.

Like I said, Alice had brown hair and blue eyes. She didn't know about my customers, it was surprising. Most of the school knows about me being a worker. Yet again Alice did basically live under a rock, only leaving her electronic filled room for food, drinks, bathroom, or school. She knew about Cody sometimes grabbing me or leaving a bruise on my arms, but didn't know the half of it.

Miami had blonde hair, big blue eyes, and red lips. Much like my own. Miami might have known the most of it. She was my neighbor, she might have heard the screams. Yet she never asked me anything, nothing at all. I'm not sure if she just ignores the sounds or doesn't hear it. Due to the school she knows about my 'hooker' job. Alice told her about Cody a few months ago.

Stacy had brown hair and grey eyes. She was the youngest out of us, turning sixteen this summer but looked older then us. I would be turning sixteen in a week, and the other girls where already sixteen. Stacy was a girl we all met last year during gym, she didn't know about my step-father, but only knew about Cody from Alice and the hooker thing from what she heard around the school.

Emma had red/brown hair and baby blue eyes. She had known me since kindergarten. We talked all the time when we were little, we might have been considered as best friends. When mom died I only said a thing to her every day, once the abuse started I just talked to her even less. Just this year we have begun to be close again. She acts like she like she doesn't hear the things that people tell her about my costumers. I guess she refuses to think the little blonde girl with the cherry red lips she use to play dolls with grew up to become a hooker at age fifteen.

"What up buttercup?" Miami smiled at me, the other girls leaning on the lockers around us.

"Nothing," I sighed trying to make sure they didn't see my cheek. Alice had saw it this morning but the rest haven't.

"Whoa what's up with your cheek?!" Emma asked, I guess I don't hide things as well as I thought.

"Fell this morning." I lied taking books out of the top nook of my locker.

"Oh. Anyway do you guys want to hang out tonight at my place?" Alice asked.

"Sure!" Miami, Emma, and Stacy perked up.

"Not sure." I told her.

"C'mon Lola," Emma nudged me. I started to think of ways I could lie to my step father. By this point in my life I didn't care. I didn't care about the abuse most of the time. I didn't care about the punishment, I was beat either way.

"Ok I'll come." I sighed. 'I'll tell him that I found a customer in school and was going to the job.' I thought.

"Yay!" Stacy clapped and pulled me into the homeroom we shared.

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I opened the door to my house, the overwhelming sent of alcohol rushing on to me. Shutting the door behind me I quickly tried to rush threw the den.

"Where are you going?" He spat pressing me up on to the wall. I stayed quiet. "Answer me." I could smell the liqueur on his breath as he shook me violently.

"To my room." I answer.

"To your room? You have no room! You live in a closet! My closet you ungrateful little brat!" After a short cursing spree he slugged my bad cheek, the pain was unbearable. He let my crumpled body fall to the floor. "After all I give you!" He kicked me once in the stomach. I was about to say something when he delivered another blow. "Shut up!" He growled. I was knocked out in mere seconds.

I woke up to a empty house, something cold and wet sliding down my lips. I managed to collect myself and go to the mirror. My bottom and top lip was busted open, blood spilling from both. From the looks of it he continued to beat me even when I blacked out. I quickly cleaned my lip. Once in my room/closet I took off my clothes and closely looked for bruises or marks. Sure enough I found a few on my stomach from being kicked. I heard the doorbell go off. I quickly got dressed into new clothes and rushed to the door, opening it with a light tug. Miami sat there looking quite concered at my lips, she told me at lunch that we could walk to Alice's together. 

"I got hit by a door," I made up yet another excuse. 

"I wasn't going to ask but whatever you say." She sighed as I walked out and shut the door behind me. 

The walk was filled with Miami conplaining about her science homework.