You Have Player Written All Over You[Editing]

(5)Healer's Words.

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"Thanks." I said curtly when we arrived one house next to mine.

Russell nodded, probably still confused on why I didn't want him to stop directly in front of my house. I held onto him a second longer, focusing on the white "Remurs" spelled out on his back. I let myself smell his scent on his sweatshirt he was wearing like the creep I was. The smell freshly mowed grass and axe. Then, before I got too attatched, I got off the bike.

It was chilly out, and I heard a slow drizzle pat pat pattering down on the sidewalk. i shivered and held out the helmet to Russell, only being able to raise my arm about the height of my bellybutton.

When I felt the helmet being taken away from me, I tried to act normal as I combed a highly protesting arm through my hair and gave a small wave before I started down the walk. I massaged my shoulder gently, regretting the every day movement I pulled off, just to look okay in front of Russell.

The rain was coming down harder now, and I already felt it soak through my thin hoodie. I was on my driveway before my steps faltered. Something warm and dry enveloped me. I stopped to a slow halt and looked behind me. Russell was there, flushing with.. shyness? and soaking wet. I looked down to see his Hollaway Football sweatshirt on my back. I closed my eyes, his scent drowning my nose.

 I groaned. Why did he have to be so sweet? And why did he have to have a girlfriend? He might not care about cheating on his girlfriend, being a player and all, but I certainly wasn't okay with it. But the scary thing with Russell was, he was making me wish really hard that I was okay with it.

I sighed. I'd start ignoring him starting tomarrow. "Do you want to come inside my house, Russell? For just a little bit?" I asked reluctantly, emphasizing the word "little".

He nodded eagerly, his face lighting up noticeably even in the dark rain. I knew Iris would kill me, but hopefully Russell's looks would cover for it.

I led him up the porch and opened the door with numb fingers. "Libiana Taylor Sathers! Where- have you been all my life?" I heard a voice greet me. Well, the first half was greeting me, the last part directed at the hottie behind me.

I reached backwards without thinking and squeezed Russell's hand. His hands were callused but welcoming, and I felt fizzes of energy surging through my whole body. Russell enclosed my hand with his almost immediately. Please don't judge me from her, I begged silently.

"What are some tips on winning over your daughter's heart?" Russell asked coolly, totally ignoring her flirtatious question.

I suppressed a giggle as Iris' flirty expression slowly turned into a disbelieving and disappointed one.

"Libby? That?" Iris asked incredulously, pointing at me.

Barking out a laugh, I realized this was the time to pay back Iris for all the shit she's put me through. And this was the worst thing that can ever happen to her. A guy choosing her daughter over her. The pain was worth it when I flung my arms around Russell's neck and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You already won." I murmured into his ear, just loud enough for Iris to hear. I'm sorry Audrey. I won't do this again. I promised her in my head. Then I kissed him right next to the corner of his lips. I heard him moan, which I hoped was part of the show. 

Russell carried me up the stairs as if he's been here before, guessing which one was my room on his first try. Not that the big sign that said, "Piss off if your not Libby." on my door gave it away or anything.

Russell put me down on the bed and sat down next to me. "You should get a Grammy." he said, looking at me amazed.

I snorted. "Only if you, my partner in crime gets one."

Russell chuckled and leaned back into my pillow. I grabbed my PJs off the dresser and went into my closet to change. As I was opening the doors and I felt Russell rake my body with his eyes, I started to feel self concious. I had on a tanktop, stopping just above the elastic of my boxers. Ignoring it, I swept my hair into a ponytail, trying not to wince when I moved my shoulders, and turned my back on Russell to place his sweatshirt on my dresser.

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the room. I smirked. "Stop checking out my butt." I teased, turning back around.

Russell got off the bed and as he walked closer to me, he replied, "Any other day I would, but this time I'm looking at something else."

Confused, I craned my neck to see my back when I felt an aching throb pound on the nape of my neck. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

I threw a hoodie over my neck like a scarf and walked away from Russell, onto my bed. "It's not what it seems. I.. I was playing soccer. Yeah, soccer, and two soccerballs when we were doing drills pounded into the back of my neck." I stammered, cursing myself for being everything but a good liar.

Russell didn't answer. His eyes hardened and he walked toward me determinedly. I winced as he grabbed my arm roughly and turn me over. I gave a short yelp as his fingers jabbed into my flesh.

"Who did this?!" Russell demanded, beckoning rapidly at my neck.

 "I fell in the shower." I said in my best poker face. I couldn't give Iris away. I just can't. Even though it meant getting abused. 

But no matter how convincing I tried to look, Russell's piercing gaze told me he didn't buy it. I groaned. Why did I invite him over?

Russell released my arm and I rubbed it, annoyed. "Your grip hurt more than the bruises on my neck." I accused.

Russell's eyes softened and he raised a shaking hand. I shrank back, not knowing what he was going to do. He took my hand as he brought me closer. My breaths came faster as his hand gently carassed my neck. I felt his thumb slide over the nape of my neck. I held back a scream when his hands pressed deeper into my neck, making the throbbing pain to come back.

Suddenly, I remembered who Russell was, who he belonged to. Definitely not me. I'm supposed to try to get away from him! Not closer! I pulled myself away, and Russell looked momentarily confused. In a flash, ice cold anger jumped into his eyes. Goosebumps ran across my arms. Never have I seen eyes so intense and cold.

"Who. Did. This. To. You." he asked through gritted teeth, combing his hands through his hair, messing it up even more.

I didn't answer his question. Instead, I replied in a guarded voice, "I think it's time for you to leave."

I pushed Russell off the bed and he fell to the floor with a grunt. I moaned in pain when I craned my neck too far, a hot fire enveloping my neck. "People get abused on their arms, body, everywhere. Why does it have to be my neck?" I whispered, tears silently forming.

I felt a hand on my back and a quiet, "It's okay, Bia."

Memories that I couldn't decide were good or bad churned inside of me. It came and went like rapid fire. Suddenly, I laughed. Kind of hysterically. "What did you just call me?" I asked raspily.

"Bia..?" Russell repeated, slightly confused.

I continued to laugh. "That's what my daddy used to call me." I giggled, standing up.

"Hey.." I heard Russell call, gentle and cautious.

I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face. First time ever that I cried for my dad. I whimpered, thinking back to when my dad used to give me piggy back rides and sleep with me in my princess tent; even though his feet stuck out of it.

"Oh Russell, the pain. It gets to be too, too much." I choked out, keenly aware he was silent the whole time. I knew what he was thinking. The signs of "Wackjob" flounced around me.

"I know. That's why you have to find someone to share it with, talk about it with, and forget it with." a whisper said behind me. I shuddered, trying to stop crying so hard.

The door open and shut behind me, and I knew Russell was gone. I cried harder. I realized with a jolt that I spent my last minutes with Russell by having a mental breakdown.

A/N-I was really tired when I wrote this. So I didn't get to put in some of the things I wanted to. I promise the next chapter will be better!!!!!(: