Saving Persephone

Chapter 6

When I woke up the next day my head was pounding. My mother and sister must have known better than to come up and disturb me, either that or I'd passed out and didn't hear either of them. I didn't care at that point, why would I have wanted to see them? Neither of them cared about me, they just cared about themselves and what was in it for them.

I could barely believe it when I looked in the mirror, I had a plum purple eye and some scratches on my face - I looked like someone had beaten the living crap out of me. That didn't compare to the state of my legs though, they were covered in quite deep cuts and were so painful, I could barely walk. I was in no fit state to go to school but had no choice, I had to see Mr Barker. Remembering the note he'd gave me, I quickly scrambled around my room to find his number? Where was it? If one of those bitches had taken it, I cursed, referring to my mother and bitch of a twin. I threw my duck egg duvet on the floor, desperate to find where it had gone. No where. I looked under my bed, starting to panic; I could hardly ask him for it again! It was a special moment and I had ruined it. I was still wearing my blood soaked dress, I felt for a pocket, knowing there wasn't one. My bra! I put my hand down my bra and tucked up inside was the sneaky little note!

I'll always be there for you, text me whenever you need me. 07965754543. Ben. X

His name was Ben, I smiled at the fact I didn't know his name, yet I was completely besotted with him. I questioned whether it was too early to text him but before I knew it my fingers were tapping away.

Hey Mr Barker, thank you so much for last night. You are my hero. Sephy. X

I tapped my fingers impatiently on my phone, praying for a reply. Minutes went past without one. He just thought I was a silly little girl. How could I have felt he actually liked me? When my phone finally vibrated, I paused, nervous about what would be written on the text.

Call me Ben. X

AAAAAAAAAAAH! He wanted me to. If he had just thought of me as a student, there was no was he would have been telling me to call him Ben! He actually wanted me. I couldn't believe it. For the first time since I heard the news about Cami, I actually smiled, a genuine smile, it hurt like crazy because of my battered face but it was so worth it!

Normally I couldn't have cared less what I looked like or what I was wearing to go to school but I wanted to look good for Ben. I carefully applied a full face of makeup; concealer to cover up my bruises and cuts, foundation to make my face glow, plum coloured lipstick so he wouldn't be able to resist looking at them, a flick of eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes stand out and some blush to make me look girly. I thought about my outfit for a long time, wanting to look perfect. I threw clothes out of my wardrobe, everything was useless. I picked up a little pink dress and debated putting it on, before realising it would all be a bit too obvious if I did. Instead, after long deliberation, I put on a pair of killer dark blue jeans that hugged every inch of my lower body and a Tiffany blue chiffon top to make me stand out, with a cute sparkly cardigan to go on top. I looked good, better than ever really.

With plenty of time left to spare, I curled my long red hair perfectly. I'd never done that for school and I knew I looked good, better than good, I looked hot.

As I walked to school I started to feel a little nervous, I normally tried to make it so no one would look at me, I knew all eyes would be on me. I stopped just as I got to school and went down a dingy, dirty little ally-way I'd sneak to for a cigarette when I was at school. I was forever getting caught by miserable teachers before I found that spot.

I had a quick cigarette and composed myself. I could never really figure out why I smoked, I wasn't addicted and could go days without one, I guess it was just something to fill the time with or get out of situations. If I was having a chat or somewhere I didn't want to be, it was easy to just say I was popping out for a cigarette.