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I didn't want to open my eyes. The sun hurt. Blinking hurt. Moving it hurt. Im surprised the bitch didn't make me blind.

As I unlocked my phone I saw no notifications. Well at least not from the person I wanted.

Y/n-  are you okay
Y/n- are we okay?

I wanted to text more but I stopped myself. If I'm this stressed and annoyed I can't imagine the stress she's feeling right now

It's fine.

She had three days off. She'll come see me and it will all be better. I thought trying to reassure myself. I put some of that scar cream on my eyebrow. It felt cold and painful. But I followed the doctors orders. I also took some of the narcotics they prescribed me. Cause this shit hurt like falling off your bike.

Think about a knee scrape on your eye.

I sat down.

I didn't work for the next week. I scheduled it for Billie to come over. I'm pretty sure she said that was the plan.

15 minutes later

Y/n- so I was trying to remember if you said you'd come over during your break

Y/n- I love you

I tossed me phone next to me. Arlos hungry he keeps whining. I lazily got up. I also checked that all my windows and doors were locked. Whore traumatized me.

Arlo followed me he had the silliest walk. I prepared his fresh food. And heated up some of the food my mom made me.

Shit.

My mom.

I finished serving Arlos his food. Not caring if it looked sloppy. I dialed my moms number. "Maaaaa". I said with suspicion in my voice. "What did you do this time". I heard a knife cutting. She's cooking again. "First of all you better not be making more food. I still haven't began tearing down the mountain of food you brought me. Also some guy broke into my house and he punched me and so I went to the hospital. I got stitches. But I'm okay". I explained.

I couldn't hear the knife chopping what I expect was some veggies. "Are you sure you're okay"? I looked at myself in the mirror. Around my left eye there was bruising. Purple green and yellow. It was stilll slightly swollen. The cut on my eyebrow was no longer swollen just slightly open where the stitches weren't.

"I'm okay". I smiled thinking that's what she would want to see. "Good. Now how many times have I told you to lock your windows and doors". I could almost picture her either her hand on her hip. "I know ma. I'm sorry". I dug into the chicken. "Thank you for the food".

"What are you eating".

"Chicken Parmesan". I slurped up a noodle. "How did it turn out". Perfect time. "Kind of dry". An enormous gasp left her mouth. "I'm joking ma. It's delicious". Chewing my food she began talking to me about her book club. When she didn't have Arlo at a tea party she had book club to lead.

She spoke to me about the book they were currently reading. If I could read for longer than thirty minutes I would actually read it.

"How is Billie doing with all of this"? I sighed. "Oh what happened sweetheart". Still eating I explained. The confusion the no responding. The shared frustration.

"She'll be here soon and all those problems will be over darling. Trust me. She's a good girl". My lip quivered. "I know ma. I'm just scared. I've never felt this way towards anyone. I just, see I can't even explain it".

"I know mamita. But you have to trust her and yourself. You'll work it out. Now tell me about this guy. You're pressing charges right". Fuck yeah. That hospital visit wasn't fun or cheap.