New Beginnings

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Gina's POV
Summer was over. Again. Another boring one, just sleeping in till noon and watching netflix. I woke up this morning to the sound of an alarm clock. I slowly got out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans a sweater to hide my cuts, and my boots.
"Good Morning honey", i heard my dad call while making pancakes in the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded. I saw him look up from her watch and her face astonished by the time. "Grab an apple off the table, you're going to miss the bus!" I grabbed the shiny red apple off the counter and my bag. "Love you, Dad!", I called while running out the door to the bus stop. I heard a faint I love you more Gina! echoing out the door and smiled. I got on the bus. Great no where to sit, i said to myself. "Good Morning Miss Hardings, there's a seat next to Blake over there", the bus driver pointed.
I nodded and gave him a slight smile. Great. Just great. Have to sit next to my ex- boyfriend. Let me tell you about Blake. He's the most popular guy at school, and quarterback for the school football team. I had a tiny crush on him in the beginning of freshman year even though he was a year older.  I never expected him to ask me out. Plain, boring ,old Gina Hardings. We dated for a couple months and it was perfectly fine until I found out Blake abused girls. I still have bruises and scars on me to this day. He told me he would kill me if I told anyone, and I was so scared I didn't dare to.
"Long time no see Hardings", said Blake with a smirk.  I sighed and sat down. This is gonna be a long bus ride, I thought to myself. He put his arm around me. I grabbed his arm off of me and scooted a little bit towards the edge of the seat. "That wasn't a smart move Hardings", he said with anger and slapped my hand, leaving a red mark. I tried my hardest to hold in the tears. Finally we reached the school, Hillside High School. The first time I was excited to enter the hell people call school. I entered in the buildings, thinking it would be a little bit better than the bus ride. Guess what? I was wrong. Totally wrong.

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