HURT (edited)

Three

Ivy

As the alarm clock rang, I turned and press the clock down. I moaned as I felt excruciating pain on my stomach. Urgh I shouldn't have moved.

I lifted my shirt up and saw a hideous purple-blue bruise forming around my rib cage. I teared up as I remembered what happened yesterday.

While I was preparing dinner yesterday for my "most beloved daddy and mommy", my father came back. He walked into the kitchen with a dark expression. With just one glance, I knew that it was going to be a long night.

Flashback

"Where's my dinner?!" He shouted.
"I thought I had told you multiple times that I want it done before I come back?!"

I flinched away from him as I continued making the dinner. Just as I was about to take the boiled egg out of the water, he pushed my back, making me hit and topple the boiling hot water; scalding myself.

I let out a loud cry and I was about to head towards the basin when he grabbed my forearm forcefully.

I let a gasp as I turned around to meet his eyes. Bad move. I immediately cast my eyes downwards.

"Don't you ever look me in the eye again. I don't ever want to see your face. Have I made myself clear? HAVE I?" He reiterated when I didn't answer him.

It was as though I suddenly had confidence and started glaring at him. Something I would have never done. But the next thing I knew was that I was flung onto the floor. He punched my damn rib cage like it was some punching bag. Ouch. He was about to take another step towards me before my other "kinder" parent came towards him and asked him to let me off today.

I crawled and sobbed my way up the stairs and into my room.

Flashback ends

I winced and shuddered at the thought and quickly did my daily morning routine at a faster pace so that there will be a lower chance of me seeing him in the morning.

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I walked onto school ground feeling happier than I usually was. Blake and I shared many classes together and he was the sweetest guy I've ever met.

I don't really talk to guys my age, mainly because they are very immature and also because I'm the "freak" in school that wears long sleeve shirts and jeans even when the weather is scorching hot.

Even though I've only known him for a week, I have learnt a lot about him. Like how he used to live in France but moved to America because his dad was offered a job here. He also has two younger siblings that are twins and his best friend, Cameron, who is coming to stay with his family in a month or so.

I spotted my best friend taking books out from her locker. Slowly and sneakily, I tip-toed towards her locker and whispered her name in her ear.

Ashley screamed and jumped cursing all sorts of vulgarities before she turned towards me and slapped my arm. I clutched my stomach and started laughing at her reaction. I tried to suppress my laughter because my bruise was hurting but I just couldn't. This was actually one of those moments when I wished that I have taken a video of her reaction. It was priceless.

Everybody around was looking at us like we belonged to some mental hospital. But who cares what they thought? It doesn't matter anymore.

Blake appeared by our side confused by the commotion that just happened. Over the few days, Ashley and Blake started getting used to each other. I'm so glad that they got together really well if not it would be really tough for me.

The bell rang as Blake and I ran to our class while shouting goodbye to Ashley. After 2 periods of English, it was finally Biology, my favourite subject. Mr Charles came into the class telling us that we would be learning about twins.

When he said it, I couldn't help but thought of all the great times that I had with my twin and... Also, my perfect family that I used to have but was broken all because of me. Everything just tumbled down in a blink of an eye, and I still could not accept the fact that she was gone.

As I thought about all the beautiful moments, I did not realise that tears started streaming down my cheeks until Blake asked me if I was okay. I quickly wiped the tears away from my face and brushed him off.

I can't believe that I actually cried in front of him. This is so embarrassing, I couldn't help but wish that I could just dig a hole and disappear right now.

Blake's Thoughts

I'm so worried about Ivy. There's something wrong going on in her life. I really want to help... I hope that she could let me into her life.

Whenever I ask her personal questions, she would try to change the topic or ask me to drop it. I also realised that whenever I lifted my hands above my head to stretch, she would always unknowingly flinched away from me then apologise after. 

I know that something is happening and I will try my best to break the barriers she has created around herself and hope that she would soon ask me for help in times of need.