Such a Good Girl | the original

6 | backpack

I woke up in a pool of blood. My eyes widened, when I saw my hair and clothes drenched. I quickly got up from the cold floor, stomping towards any mirror I had in my room. When I saw my reflection, I saw a cut at my eyebrow, dry blood surrounding it.

Not even makeup would cover this. Not that anyone noticed me. It wasn't the first time where I'd gone to school with my face blue and purple from all the bruises Josh would plant on my body. It just never got this bad.

I must've said something to piss him off. Last night was a blur really. The only thing I remember was coming home late, and getting a couple of beatings, and the next thing I know I'm laying on my bedroom floor, blood stained on my clothes.

I glanced at the time on my night clock, and saw I was already late no matter how much I hurried. I sighed, and walked towards my bathroom, turning the shower on. Josh was probably sleeping due to all the alcohol he drank last night.

When my reflection in the mirror became foggy, I stripped out of my clothes, letting them slide down my cold body. I took small strides towards the shower, getting in. I stood under the burning water, letting it rinse the blood away from my body.

When I threw my head back, letting the water rinse my cut I winced as the hot water was stinging the open cut. I took in the feeling, inhaling a sharp breath. I didn't want to be too late, causing too much attention, so I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body.

I walked out of the bathroom, and into my messy room. I didn't even feel like cleaning it up, even though I knew I had to. Wouldn't want Josh to see red again. I hurriedly put on some sweats and a hoodie.

I parted my hair in the middle, and put the hood on. I hurriedly cleaned my room, leaving the house with music in my ears. Today was one of those beautiful days, where the sun was high on the sky and the flowers were springing out.

It was a cold, dull winter so I was happy my town finally got some colors. As I walked down the street, I spotted another student walking on the sidewalk opposite to mine. And that's when I saw it.

His backpack.

I didn't have mine this morning, and I don't remember taking it with me home. I grabbed it from school, right before I went on that little tour with Cain. I remember putting it at my feet, and seeing the text from Josh...

I forgot it in his car, didn't I?

Of course I did.

One thing was coming to class late, having every sweaty senior gawk at me, but another thing was being unprepared, which I never was. I always remembered my school supplies. I don't even know if Cain decided to bring it along with him, or if he's even meeting up today.

I facepalmed myself, as my eyes glanced at the school buses. I walked up the stairs, leading to the hallways, push-opening the door. The hallways were empty, and not a soul as in sight–as I expected.

I didn't cover my cut with makeup. It was a slit running down my eyebrow, so it was impossible to even try without it looking cakey. And I didn't want it to get an infection, because my aunt's boyfriend can't keep his hands to himself.

All my thoughts consuming my head, I hadn't even realized I was standing right, in front of my first period. Math. I knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. When I heard my teacher's shoes click against the hard floor, I lowered my head ready for everyone to glare at me.

The door opened, but it wasn't my usual math teacher. This was a male. A tall male. I had to look up, my neck craning upwards. His eyes were crystal blue, and his hair was a dirty blonde. He had a beard that matched his hair color.

The sides of his lips curved into a smirk, when our gaze locked and I think I gagged. I smiled before lowering my head, slowly pushing past him. The second I was past him, I saw everyone looking at me, as if I was a runaway from The Walking Dead.

I just kept walking, keeping my head low. When I finally made it to the back where my assigned seat was, I saw my backpack next to a pair of male shoes. I scrunched my eyebrows together, before lifting my head.

And there he was, sitting next to my empty seat, his hair ruffled and slightly messy. He had a zip-up sweater and a pair of jeans on. Our gaze locked for a second before I broke the eye contact we shared.

I walked behind his chair and pulled mine out, taking a seat next to him. I looked at him from the crook of my eye, and I saw him slowly nearing me as the teacher continued his class. "I missed you," he whispered in my ear, and I felt my heartbeat rise.

I turned to meet him, before quickly turning my head back. "We have class Cain," I whispered, and I heard him click his tongue before blowing hot air at my ear. And it was back.

The tingly feeling.

I took a deep breath, just before I turned my head to meet his, causing our lips to slightly graze each other. I pulled my head back, and saw a smirk play on his lips. He chuckled to himself, before raising his hand.

The teacher looked back at us and stopped talking. "Yes, Cain?" the teacher asked, and Cain's breath hitched. "May I use the restroom sir?" he asked, and the teacher nodded his head, continuing his class.

I watched as Cain got up from his seat, pushing his chair under the table. He walked behind mine, his hand clasping around my wrist pulling me up from my chair. I squealed and lowered my head, as everyone looked at us.

"Cain, I said you could go. Not the both of you," the teacher said, as Cain's hand wrapped around the doorknob. "We'll be quick, I promise sir," Cain said, almost carrying me out of the classroom. The hallways were still empty, and not a soul was in sight.

I didn't even get to take a breath before I was slammed up against the wall. My breath hitched when I felt his hand carefully wrap around my throat. Though, it didn't scare me when he did it. I felt safe around him, and he intimidated me.

I was facing his chest and he had his arms on both of my sides, trapping me up against the wall. "Look at me darling," he said, and I almost felt obligated to. I didn't want to disappoint him, and cause him to become upset with me.

Our gaze locked, and I instantly felt my underwear dampen. His jade eyes, bored through mine as his tongue was licking his lips. My eyes fell from his eyes to his lips, and back up to his eyes, which were still drilling holes into mine.

"You forgot your backpack," he whispered, and I nodded my head, unable to even think about forming a sentence. "Why?" he asked me again, and I frowned.

"W...What do you mean?" I finally asked, causing a smile to crack on his lips.

"Why'd you forget?"

I scowled at his question, opening my mouth. He removed his hand from the wall slightly pushing my hood away from my eyebrows and that's when I saw his face fill with rage. My urge to hide increased when his hard eyes pierced through mine.

"Who did this?"

"Did wha-"

"Don't play those fucking games, Violette. Who hurt you?"

I couldn't tell him what really happened. He would pity me, and treat me differently.

"No one. I ran into the door, after I left your car," I lied through my teeth not stuttering one single time. I never stutter when I lie. Unless it's in front of Josh. I only stutter when I'm not supposed to.

"Mhm," he hummed. He inched closer to me, so that we were sharing the same breath.

"Your words become as clear as crystal water when you lie, darling."

Uh oh.