Chapter 7: Joey

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I'm sitting on Maeve's bed with a blood stained t shirt pressed to my face as she stands infront of me and removes the shard of glass in my cheek and disinfects the gaping cut.

"Your lucky, you shouldn't need stitches." She tells me, before reaching into her wardrobe and pulling out a sticky bandage to stick on the wound.

Why does she have bandages in her bedroom? I didn't believe her bullshit story of "girls jumping her" but I know I would lose her if I pushed her when she wasn't ready to tell me, and I can't lose this girl. I've never felt like this for anyone before. Not even my own family.

"Joey please, just tell me what's happened." She begs with a look of sympathy on her face. "Joey look at me" she says before she cups my face again and turns my face up to her so my eyes are looking directly into hers.
I know I can trust her and I know if I asked her to keep it a secret she would. She wouldn't betray me like that. I know I mean more to her than that.

"Its my dad I force the words through my closed lips. "Hes not the nicest person to say the least" a lone tear streaks down my cheek and before I know it, she's pulling me into her arms as a sob escapes me and once I've started I can't stop. All this anger and sadness I've kept buried for so long is coming to the surface and I can't stop it. But I feel safe with her and I've never felt safe before in my entire life so I allow all that anger and sadness to come out.

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