When Two Hearts Meet

Pg4

        Thanks..for the ride." "No problem, took you long enough but
my pleasure." He smiled at me and I gave a small smile back. He put
the car in drive and off we went. I glanced over at him, he had a black
t-shirt on with dark ripped jeans and boots.

       A tatoo sleeve on the right side of his arm, he definitely
looked like he works out. I could see his gray eyes past his black
hair. He looked at me for a moment then said "what's your name?"
"My name is Bailey, what's your?" "Liam" "cool name".

        "Thanks". In five minutes we pulled up to my house and put the car in
park. Just before I got out I said "well it was nice to meet you, and thank you again for the ride." I waved and he waved then I walked inside.
         Dad was at the door waiting for me "yes dad" "where the hell have
you been, you missed training and I have been calling and texting you"

         Dad was mad "I'm sorry I walked home and my phone was dead".
Dad pulled his hand back and with force "slapped" me across the face.
I fell to the ground, I was holding my cheek, it sting so bad. I looked
at him and said "what the hell dad I was telling you the truth".
I got off the floor and ran to my room, I slammed it shut and locked
it behind me.

     
          Walked over to the mirror to look at my cheek, where my dad
had hit me. It was already turning into a bruise. What did I do to
deserve this every night? I cried myself to sleep. I woke up on my
own and I made something small for breakfast. I wasn't hungry.

          So I had an apple and a protein drink. I went to school even
though I haven't been going. I tried my best to cover up my bruises,
if anyone askes any questions dad will hurt me more than what he has
been. I got to school and the first thing that I saw running down the
hall was my best friend Ava.

       Her light brown and blonde highlights flow through as she walks.
The tallness makes it hard to see past her. When she finally caught up to me, I looked up at her, seeing through her black glasses were the soft green
eyes looking back at me, with the freckles on her nose and cheeks.
  

     We've know each other since we were six. She knows everything
about me and my family, although she never knew about my bruises.
I could never tell her, she would be too worried about me, and I don't
like when someone is worried about me, Never have, never will.
        We all have struggles and this one is mine. Ava gave me a big
hug,