Gonna warn all you Grammer Nazis out there...did this on my tabletinstead of laptop and going to for now on..sorry bro. spelling and words probably insanely messed upp idccc......this chapter sucks by the way just like the rest lawlll but hopee you find some enjoyment out there and telll me wht you think
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I woke up once again to the sound of my alarm. Today I set it earlier than usual. I gave myself time to cover up the bruise. I was hesitant to look at the mirror, but when I did I sighed in relief. Swelling still was noticeable, but compared to last night, it was nothing. I could handle this. I might get some weird looks and questions, but nothing too bad. Everyone knows I am not the most graceful person to ever walk on this earth.
I took a quick, warm shower that was greatly needed. I got dressed into a pair of dark wash jeans, a black tight long sleeve shirt with a faded jean jacket overtop. Later I would put on my purple scarf. I brushed my teeth then did my hair. Instead of blow drying it, like I usually did, I let my natural wavy hair be free for the day without heated products which burns my dark brunette hair.
Now it is time to tackle my face. I put on cover up, and foundation. Loading it onto the bruised eye and the cheek. I could see out of my eye, thank God. At least it doesnt look to deformed.I put on my normal eye makeup, not to much though.I didn't know if it would be a good idea to put eye liner on it, so I went with lots of mascara and my purple-blue eyeshadow. I looked decent, not the way I normally looked, but what would you expect from being punched. Well the school wouldn't know that though. My ribs were still aching from the kicks I got, but the pain was bearable.
After I was completly ready for school, I grabbed all my belongings and headed to Matt's room. I have a feeling mom is still sleeping. She probably will be missing work today.I would go wake her up, but I am still upset, and mad at her. It would be best to make sure our paths don't cross. At least until I can calm down.
I peaked through Matthew's door, he was still curled up in a ball. Dad would always call it a cocoon. He looked so innocent while he slept, made me feel guilty for having to wake him. I sat next to his bed and rubbed his back. "Matt. Muffin, time to wake up." I said in the , most soothing voice I could make. He slowly opened his eye lids and stared at me with his goofy grin. Only my little brother could make me smile when. the world is full of bad.
He jumped out of bed, and started puting on his clothes. I laughed at how energetic he is. I walked down the stairs and turned on the kitchen light. I did do good job cleaning if I do say so myself.I pulled two bowls from the cabinet with some spoons. Grabbed the milk and found our cereal.
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"Bye Matt! I will pick you up after school. Okay?" He nodded his head and went back to playing with his friends. I walked to the front desk. "Hi. ummm... if my mother comes and tries to pick him up, make sure she doesn't." I said awkwardly. She gave me a questioning look, but nodded her head. "Thanks. " I murmured.
Once I parked my car in my usual spot, I took a quick glance at the mirror. My makeup was still good so I started making my way into the school building. I prepared myself for the questions and came up with the excuse that I tripped over a shoe and fell face first onto the floor. That shi2uld do it.
"O.M.G. What happened to your face!?"
"Are you okay? You don't look so good."
"Ummm....."
I suppose I didn't hide it as well as I thought. I used my hair to cover some of it, but still I got some looks. The good thing was, everyone believed my story, even my friends fell for it.
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The bell rang signaling last period was over. I made my way from Chemistry to my locker. Everyone all ready knew about my 'accident' so no more questions have been asked since lunch. I grabbed my European History book and Trig notebook since those were the only classes I had homework in when I felt someone clear their throat.
I looked up too see the one and only Ryland Carter staring at me with a questioning facial expression. I was slightly embarrassed that he was staring at my bruises so I faced my head in the other direction. "Can I help you..?" I asked still looking at my locker door.
"What happened?" He asked. I could hear the concern in his voice. That was the first.
"Didn't you hear? I tripped." I shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing big, and all honesty I do fall a lot. Just never had any facial bruises except for when I was little.
He put his hands on my shoulders and spinned me around so I was facing him. The distance between us was close, too close and I could feel the blush coming onto my cheeks. He studied me closely looking from my eyes to the bruises. He used his shirt sleeve and started to gently wipe off the makeup tht was covering my cheek bruise. I gasped. "Stop!" I quietly shrieked at him.
He didn't listen though and kept rubbing it off. I squirmed until I realized how stubborn he was being so I stopped moving and let him wipe away the makeup.
After a few minutes I noticed how his long sleeve on his navy blue shirt was covered in makeup. That made me more embarrassed. Thank God nobody was still here, everyone has went home.
He completely stopped moving. I could almost hear him stop breathing. His eyes were glued to my cheek. "What?" I whispered. I dont know why i did, not like anyone was here, but it was all my voice could say.
His eyes made their way to mine. I was frozen until I saw his hand reaching out and placing it on my cheek. Realization hit me. I looked at him and grasped his hand that's on my cheek with my own hand. I squeezed it gently "I am fine, okay. I am okay."
"Who did this to you?" His body was tense, his words were cold, but his hands were warm, and concern was in his eyes. I grasped his hand tighter and forced it off the bruise that was in the shape of the man's hand who hit me.
"I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. I'm fine though, I promise." I said still holding onto his hand that was now relaxed down. This time though he was the one who wouldn't let go.
It was the truth though. I couldnt tell him, hell I didnt even know who did this to me. I wish I did, but I have a feeling I will be seeing him again. I wanted to tell Ryland, I actually did, but I wouldn't know where to even start. My best friends didn't know, let alone practically a stranger.
"Please..." His eyes pleaded me to tell him, and I wanted too, but I couldn't.
"Stop." I said, more forcecully then I wanted it to come out. I might as well keep it up. "Listen. Okay. Just drop it. I am fine. Everything is fine. It is not going to happen again. I am okay. So stop. All right." With that being said I closed my locker. I gave him another glance, and I could tell it wasn't over with. I was vulnerable, but right now I have to be defiant, so I walked away even though I could feel his eyes still on me. This was done.
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Also I'm still not positive bout the length of this, so sorry if it is shorter than usual!!
