Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Chapter 7

"Miss. I understand he may have threatened you, but you are safe with us. You can tell us who he is." Officer Myers, a tall, blue eyes, black haired women pressured.

They'd given me a female officer to speak to, so I'd feel more comfortable.

"I told you, I don't know who he is!" I don't know why I was lying for him, I knew I should've told them, then and there what happened. But I couldn't bring myself to. I need him to suffer, and I want to inflict every ounce of that pain.

Officer Myers frowned. "If you recall anything else, give me a call."

She handed me a slip with her number on it. I nodded thanks and she left my room.

I was going home today, my whole time in the hospital consisted of:

-Visits from friends and family.

- Taking medications.

-Sleeping.

-Being interrogated.

I glad to be finally going home. I changed into light grey tackies, a black fitted singlet, and a dark grey hoodie. I pulled on my chocolate brown ugg boots.

Most my skin was bruised. My memory of Jules' party was unclear, but I'm guessing my attacker is the reason for most my bruises. All my ribs were badaged. 1 broken, 2 cracked. It was painful, but I was managing. My face was purple and my lip was split. No amount of makeup could cover the purple swelling that made me look disgusting.

I could only just imagine the rumors going on a school, things people are saying can't be to good. And I'm not allowed to have my phone! What sick person takes a teenagers phone?  

When Cassie and Addison visited, they told me how worried Tyler was, and how he wouldn't leave them alone, bugging them every 10 minutes to see if I was alright. I was flattered. 

The first thing I'd do when I get home is call him. That I promised.

The car ride home was uneventful. Sadly, mum was quite and a little pissed off, she thinks I know more about what happened and she thinks my attacker is somehow linked to Vanessa's. Although she is very right, I didn't say anything to prove her. 

The only words spoken on our way home was when I asked to have my phone back. Mum ignored me.

At home, Mum stormed into her room leaving both myself and my stepfather utterly speechless.  

After a while of banging on her door, trying to get her to talk to me, she slid my phone out from her room (by pushing it under the door) and turned the T.V on really loud.  

I stormed down the hallway, threw my door open, I rushed to my laptop, opened Skype and double clicked on Tyler's name. He was 'away' on Skype but after calling him a few times, he answered.

"Tori! I've been so worried! Are you okay?!" Tyler asked, his words blurring together.

I sighed, welcoming the relaxing sensation his voice brought to me. 'Wait! What am I talking about?!' I thought worriedly, 'I'm just happy someone is worried about me.' I reassured myself. 

"I'm fine," I repeated for the millionth time.

"Tori, what happened that night? No one told me anything! Put your camera on! Let me see you!" He ordered, his camera turning on.

"Sheesh! You're so bossy!" I said obeying him.

"Tori! Your face..." His voice trailed off. Then he frowned, "Who the fuck did that to you?!"

"Tyler? What's going on?" I heard a woman yell.

"Nothing mum!" Tyler called back, then quietly, "Tori, you tell me right now or I'll catch a plane to kick your ass."