The Truth Within Our Lies

Chapter 6

                ~Three Weeks Later~
Deerpointe has proven itself well. It's the perfect small town, full of character and history.  I know the whole town on the back of my hand. I got the job at the library. I been working there for about  a week now.  Unfortunately I wake up this morning with a pounding headache. I groan as I roll over to the cool side of my pillow.  I press my face into the lumpy pillow, hoping to fall back asleep. No such luck. I get out of bed and rub my sleepless eyes as I walk to the bathroom. I open the door, turn on the light, and face the mirror. I look like a zombie. A healing black eye still covers my left eye. The bruise on my cheek I got on the first day here faded. I look at my bedhead and think to myself, "This is going to be a bitch to comb out this morning. " I lift the mint green shirt I'm wearing up  and remove it. My stomach has grown a little bit, not obvious yet. I remove my satin, mint green, and plaid striped pajama pants. I remove my black undergarments and turn on the shower.  I need to hurry up. I'm going to miss work if I don't hurry. I jump in  and frantically scrub my hair and body. I rinse off, wrapping a white  towel around me. I jog to my suitcase. I grab a pair of faded blue jeans and burnt orange tshirt with black all star Converse and black socks. I blow dry my hair and throw on some hot chocolate brown eyeshadow to cover up the black eye.  I wing my black liquid eyeliner and add some pink blush to add some color.  I add a spread of red wine lipstick and spritz of sweet pea body mist. I grab my cross-shoulder bag and head out the door. I jog out to the car and turn it on. My stomach growls loudly. I sigh as I realize I'm eating for two now officially. I pull into the local McDonald's and order a sausage mcbiscuit with a hash brown. I eat along the way of the library. I throw my trash away and my pounding headache is gone. I walk through the glass doors, greeting people as I  go. I walk to the front desk and begin my six hour shift. I finish my shift, around two thirty. I walk out to the parking lot. I pull out my cell phone. I dial Mason's number.  He doesn't answer. I call again; this time it went straight to voice mail. I drive back to the hotel, listening to the pop station all the way.  I pull into a parking spot and jog to the hotel room.  I open the door and Mason pulls me inside, slamming the door behind me. He smacks me across the face, yelling about something. I don't understand him as he slurs his words. He goes silent and grabs my two arms tightly, pinning me against the wall. I try to break free. He lets go of my arms and grabs my slender neck tighter like a chokehold.  He slams me  into the wall yelling more. Tears blur my vision. He lets go of my neck and I slide down the wall, gasping for air. I lay down on my  side and before I know it, he swiftly kicks me in the stomach which results of me to cough up a storm and gasp for more air. He rips the keys from my hand and leaves the room. He doesn't come back. I wonder what I did to deserve this. That's right. I remember now. I said yes to be his girlfriend.