I woke up to some intense pain. My mom and Easton were sitting next to me. I looked around and noticed i was in my room. "What happened?", i asked, trying to sit up. My mom pushed me back down. "You called for me last night and you were all beaten up. So you should tell us what happened", Easton explained. Then all of a sudden, the details of last night came back to me. I shook with horror. Dallas had hurt me for not choosing him. I wouldnt be able to go to that house ever again, even if it was my boyfriends house. "Its ok. I just tripped alot on my way home. Ill be fine", i said. Then i felt a wave of nausea. "Yeah im not ok", i choked out before i puked on the side of my bed. My mom forced Easton to carry me out to the couch while she cleaned up the mess. That was the only time i puked though. It must have been some weird thing from the beating i got.
A little while later while i was sleeping, someone knocked on the door. Easton got it because my mom had left for work. "Oh hey man. Whatcha doing here?", Easton asked, leaning against the door frame. "I actually came here to see your sister", i heard my boyfriends voice. "Nit a good idea man. She got jumped last night. She says she just tripped alot but its an obvious lie if you see her", Easton said. "Can i see her?", Soda asked, a little anger in his voice. "Yeah but shes sleeping right now", Easton told him stepping aside. Soda came to the couch and sat down in front of me. He gasped a little taking in my bruises and cuts. I slowly opened my eyes, looking straight into his brown ones. "Who did this to you?", he whispered. I shook my head, saying i wouldnt tell him. "Tell me. You gotta tell me or i cant tell do anything about it", Soda practically begged. I slightly sat up, still looking at him. "I cant tell you Soda", i said, barely above a whisper. "Well why not?", he asked.
"Because you would be very mad at that person", i said. "No shit. They hurt you so im gonna be mad", he said, "just tell me". "It was Dallas", i whispered so he wouldnt hear. But he heard clearly. His eyes lit up in fury. "Come on", he picked me up off the couch. "Where are we going?", i asked. "We are going to have a little talk with Dal", he seethed. My breath hitched. "No no no. I cant see him. I cant", i shuttered. "An apology isnt good if the person being apologized to isnt there", Soda said. He put me in the front seat of his car and he took off driving back to his house. I cried silently the whole way there.
Soda picked me up off the seat and carried me to the door. He saw my tears and his face softened. "Its fonna be fine. I wont let anything else happen to you. I promise", he said. With that, we walked into the house.
