Today's quote is: "Be the best version of you, do the best you can. "
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When I woke up I was scared, I'm basically fully healed but I know she's not gonna let this go, I'm in so much trouble. She's going to hurt me, I just have to suck it up and live with it.I ate breakfast at the hospital and then I left, I walked to my house but didn't go inside, I was too scared to, I didn't want to suffer.
When I finally gained the courage to go inside I saw that all the lights were out, which is really weird because she always leaves the lights on, when I got to my room I saw a note on top of my bed.
"you better lock your door if you know what's good to you, I went out for a little while and when I come back, I'm going to teach you what a witch is, the hard way."
I had never been so scared of someone in my entire life.I quickly locked the door when I heard the front door open, I closed my windows and hid under my bed. I felt like a little girl. I heard the doorknob start to jiggle and when she found out that it was locked, she started yelling.
"You slut, you thought you could yell at me? Come yell at me now, I want to see you do it. That's right, you can't because you're a pussy, just like your mother was. "
Her words hurt a lot. But I was too scared to actually do something about it. I'll be eighteen in a few months, and when that day comes I'm going to slap that bitch in the face and ruin her.
That's the last thing that went through my mind before I fell asleep, under the bed and with my stepmom yelling at me through the door.**********
When I woke up I was sore, like really sore. Who knew sleeping under a bed could make me feel like a princess (By now you should be able to tell when I'm being sarcastic or not). I took a nice warm shower, I honestly smelled like... Yea. That's what happens when you don't take a shower for three weeks. I got dressed in a fabulous Chrislike outfit and went downstairs, I actually forgot about Natasha and I was really lucky because she was working, I ate scrambled eggs and then left for school.I listened to some one direction because apparently they are even better than Clouds covered with chocolate (Chris's words not mine).
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When I got to school I felt weird, everyone was staring at me and that never happened, most people didn't even knew I existed. During my class with Chris I got him to tell me why everyone was staring at me, apparently someone saw me in the park with Pablo (which he wants to know about) and started spreading rumours, so apparently I'm his long lost sister (HAHAHAH), current whore (AS IF) or best friend. And that's what we did during all of our classes together, talk, talk, and talk.After lunch I had to go to the bathroom so I told Chris to wait for me by my locker, when I was washing my hands two girls came in, and when I was closing the door I heard them,
"Oh my god Amber she is such a slut, did you see her?"
They tried to whisper (Take lessons, bitch).
I saw red. When Chris saw me run out of the front door of the school he just followed, I finally found the person I was looking for, Pablo Blue, smoking while leaning on the wall.
I stormed up to him and slapped him
*smack*
"who do you think you are? Do you think it's cool to spread rumours, they are calling me names, do you know how much that hurts?!" I yelled.
"What the actual fuck, is that how you thank the person that saved you, you ungrateful slut, can't handle a little name calling? I don't care you pussy, go and tell mommy or something" He yelled.
Oh that's it "who do you think you are to be talking about my mom, she had more class in her toenail than you have in your whole body, how can someone be so cruel? " I sobbed.By now Chris was trying to take me away from him, and this time I let him.
This left Pablo guilty and that's a lot to say, he didn't mean to make her cry, he didn't know her mother was dead. He saved her because he wasn't that heartless, but now he felt like a monster, he had made a girl cry. His mother wouldn't be proud of him.
"Merda, che cosa ho fatto?" He mumbled to himself.
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I love Italian guys, their accent just hsbzidekdbebwkdm.This chapter is dedicated to @Liana_Garcia for being awesome.
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