Healing Hearts

8 || iris

Emmalyn ⋆｡°✩

I spent most of my days hanging out with Mateo, since Mel was usually out on little cute days with Elias, but i honestly didn't mind.

Their relationship was just getting started, so it was absolutely understandable that she'd want to spend some time with her boyfriend.

Now that i know more about Mateo, i think he may not be as bad as i first thought. After school, we usually hang out at a cute small cafe nearby. Most of the times, i'd sit and complete my homework as he quietly stared and once i was done, we would have little conversations about random topics that either worried or interested us.

Sounds boring, but it truly isn't.

We finally decided that tonight, after the group split up for several days, we would all go to a party which was being held by a guy in Elia's classes, and have the time of our lives.

Once again, i was in Melina's room getting ready for the night. I had her do my makeup, and for the first time in my life, i think i genuinely look pretty.

I borrowed one gorgeous dress out of all her other many pretty dresses. The dress i chose was long, with a flowy bottom and it had a slit at the thighs. The top of the dress was quite revealing and it had a hint of a sparkle.

I didn't feel good wearing mini dresses, especially after what happened at school, but not only.

Even though i wasn't as worried for the scars and bruises on my body that my dad gave me, i still had a bad feeling. Luckily, my dress covered up the large and bad bruises, so the uncovered ones were barely seen, mostly faint.

I haven't seen my father in a long time which i'm really grateful for. We haven't spoken for days or even weeks, since when i get home, he's either asleep on the couch with a new finished bottle in his hand, or at work.

I've recently been thinking a lot about becoming eighteen and planning my dream life, mainly how i want to get away from him, to live alone.

Hell, i'd rather be homeless than stay with this abusive son of a bitch.

It really makes me upset that most teenage girls get to worry about their hair, their makeup and nails, while i have to worry about covering up hideous wounds that my own father created.

Melina forced me to put on heels to match hers, and then we left her house to go to the party. Why did i even agree on wearing these? I don't even know how to walk in them!

"How's things going with Elias?" i questioned in a flirty tone and her cheeks got slightly red. Cute.

"Basically, amazing." she simply replied, i stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking.

"Wait! You'll tell me when you two fuck, right?" i out of nowhere whispered and her eyes widened, her cheeks now fully red.

"Don't say it like that!" she slapped me.

"Sorry, when you two have a sexual intercourse!" I asked again and she giggled, then nod to me.

"You'll be the first to know, darling." she jokily flirted with me.

"How about you and Mateo?" she winked at me and i rolled my eyes at her.

"Nothing's going on between him and i."
i truthfully answered, rethinking a little about mine and his friendship.