Abused by her.

Once (eleven)

(Ella's P.O.V)

I woke up early the next morning to see Andrew sitting up on the bed. He was panicking. I sit up, and rub my eyes. Might aswell get up. The alarm would go off anytime now. So it works. I look at Andrew and he looks at me. I see that he has a worried look on his face.

"Hey. Is everything alright?" I ask adjusting myself so that it wasn't so uncomfortable when I sit up.

"Yeah. I just had a bad dream." He says trying to make me feel better. I knew he would lie.

"What's wrong?" I ask moving so that I'm sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Well I technically did have a bad dream. I was sleeping or atleast I think I was sleeping."

"You saw something didn't you?"

"Yeah. I did. It was horrible. It was terrifying. I wish I could just forget it. It was so real its almost as if it was unreal."

"Do you wanna talk about what you saw?"

"No. I don't. I can't. There's no words to explain it."

"Okay." The alarm starts to beep obnoxiously, I get up, and turn it off. Andrew gets up, and grabs the clothes I picked for him off of my dresser, and I walk over to my dresser and pick up the clothes Andrew picked out for me. I walk into my closet, and get dressed, and I hear Andrew laugh at me. I role my eyes, and continue getting dressed. Andrew picked out a my favorite pair of jeggings, and an undershirt that would go good with one of my button up cardigans. I grab my converses, and slip them on. I walk out of the closet to see Andrew walking out of the room. Probably to go brush his teeth. I sigh and grab my brush off the ground. I don't know how it got there, but it was on the ground. I go to my body mirror that was nailed to the wall, and start brushing my hair. My hair was long. It was almost down to my butt. Maybe in the next month it would be down to my butt. My eyes were a dark green color that was outlined with a warm orange color. They were spotted with a very light colored blue, thanks to my mom. I finish brushing it my hair, and move it all to one side. I hear Andrews footsteps as he walks into the room. I knew it was Andrew because I could see him in the mirror as he walked in.

"You should do something with your hair." He says sitting on the bed looking at me through the mirror.

"You tell me this all the time." I turn to face him, "And every time I tell you tha-"

"That you like it down I know. I think that you should do something cute. Like that hairstyle I did for you yesterday."

"I could french braid it."

"Or you could do some type of fishtail." He says getting up.

"I only know how to do a regular braid, and French braid."

"I know. That's why I'm here isn't it?" He says pulling my hair back. My hair was thick, and sometimes got knotted very easily. "I'll do you hair. Can I see your brush?" I hand him my brush, and he takes it from my hand. "Thank you." He starts to do my hair. He pulls the top away from the rest, and brushes everything that refused to go back back. He then handed me the brush, and started to braid the part of hair he had. He braided it till it would no longer braid for him then he asks me for a hair tie. I hand him one of the hair tie's on my left wrist, and he thanks me tying the braid he did. He then takes small chunks of hair, and moves them to the front of me. It looked beautiful. I turn to face Andrew, and he smiles.

"You look beautiful." Andrew says moving some hair behind one of my ears.

"Thanks. It's all because of you."

"Well the hairstyle is me, but you just are naturally beautiful. A guy would be lucky to have you for his own."

"Well than I guess you're pretty lucky huh?"

"Indeed I am." Andrew leans in to give me a kiss, but I put my index finger on his lips.

"No no no. You must wait." I smile at him then move my finger off of his lips. I slip past him, and grab my folders from off my dresser, and put them in my bag. "You have your backpack right?" I ask Andrew picking up my bag from its handle letting the sling hang as I do.

"Yes I do. It's in my car."

"Okay good." I put the sling around my neck so that my back hung on my side. "We should go." I say unplugging my ear bud covered phone from its charger, and put it in the first pocket I saw.

"Alright. Come on." He says grabbing his keys off my dresser.

"Okay." We both walk out of the bedroom, and I close and lock my door. We walk down the stairs, and I stop at the bottom of the stairs when I see my dad, and Taylor sitting on the couch. They were talking. "I'm leaving." I say walking towards the door.

"Wait." My dad says getting up, and running towards me.

"We need to talk after schools over." I say in a whisper so Taylor can't hear me.

"About what?" My dad asks in the same whisper voice.

"It's about Taylor. Don't ask her any questions though. I wanna talk with you. Alright?"

"Alright." He pauses, and looks at Andrew. "Have a nice day at school you two. Ella make sure you come home as soon as school gets over."

"Of course dad. I mean what kind of person would I be if I hung out with my friends?"

"What friends?"

"Oh haha."

"Awe you know I'm just kidding. Give me a hug so that you can go be educated."

"Alright." I hugged my dad, and then backed away turning to face Andrew. I smile at him, and then look at my dad mouthing the word bye. He waves, and me and Andrew walk out. I say have a nice day to my dad as I walk out, and he says you too. Me and Andrew walk silently to the car. We both get in, and buckle. Andrew turns the car on, and backs out of the driveway. I really didn't feel too good about today. I don't know why, but as soon as we walked out of the door I could just feel that something bad was gonna happen.