Lighting up the darkness

Chapter twelve "That's my house"

“That’s my house” She said and I handed her Oreo’s leash and turned to leave. 

She grabbed my hand to stop me. 

“Come inside, it’s cold out and you have nowhere else to go”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” 

“Thank you” I followed her inside. It was small and cozy, we entered into a small hall that led to the living room. 

I followed her and we sat on the couch. I looked around, it had a couch, an armchair, a coffee table, a TV and big bookcase. 

“Why did you and your mum fight?”

“Because I skipped school” 

“Oh yeah, I was surprised when you weren’t in class on Friday. Why did you skip?”

“I wasn’t feeling well” I said but I knew she wouldn’t believe me, I didn’t sound convincing enough. 

“Are you sure that was the reason?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I got into a fight with Emily”

“Ugh, I hate that girl so much” She groaned.

“You do?”

“Yes, she’s a brat, she keeps trying to undermine me in class and acts like she owns the school”

“She was waiting for me to enter the school that morning so her and her friends can bully me with peace”

“What did she do?” Her expression has shifted into something more serious.

I explained to her what happened and she clenched her jaw. 

“This bitch” She growled and her body tensed up. 

Oreo walked up to her and booped her hand with his nose. He sat next on the floor next to her and put his paw on her knee, she looked at him and petted him. He climbed on the couch and laid on her lap. 

“You should report her to the principal”

“She won’t do anything, Emily is too important for the school, her parents fund a lot of activities, and I’m nobody”

Oreo kept bopping her with his nose, so she would keep on petting him. She seemed tense. 

“Did she hurt you?” I nodded and lifted my t-shirt a little, exposing a part of my bruised torso. 

Her hand traced the bruise and I shivered under her touch. She lifted my t-shirt some more up to the part where the bruises stopped. Her lips parted and she took a sharp breath. She looked up at me. “Has she done this before?”

“No, but today she posted this on the school’s Instagram.” I showed her the post and she took my phone from. My hand to take a better look at the post. 

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed.

“She has been doing this since my freshman year”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How does she get away with these shit?” She raised her voice and Oreo barked catching her attention. 

I looked at Oreo and then at her again. She let out a sigh, and petted him a little. 

“I’m sorry” She excused herself. She came back a few minutes later and sat back on the couch. Oreo laid down on the floor next to her. “I assume your mum doesn’t know either” I shook my head no. 

“Only Amy and you. I don’t want anyone else to find out”

“This post will be taken down on Monday”