Criminal

7

I rolled over pulling my blanket with me, I searched for my phone around my bed but it was no where around me. I slowly lifted my head to check the clock on my wall. '4:57' I assume it was in the morning because the sun wasn't blinding me through my curtains as usual.

I slowly shifted my body bringing myself up so I could go get some water. When I sat up I began to remember what happened last night. I looked at my stomach which was had a wrap around it. I was no longer wearing my white lion shirt, instead I was just in my bra and a pair of shorts. My anger began to rise when I realized I didn't change into this someone had to have done it for me.

I peeled up part of the wrap to peek at my wound and it looked okayish. It was scabbed over and around it was red from irritation.

I heard a slight knock on the door and then it began to open. "Mia?" Trevor's voice was low and soft.

"Hey." My word barley came out. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my body to cover myself.

"I'm sorry but I had to take your shirt off because the blood and the woman suggested pulling your jeans off too because it wouldn't have been comfy to sleep in." He walked toward me and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Is she still here?" I began to get loud, my anger from earlier crept back into my head.

"Yes..." Trevor looked at the floor and then back to me.

"Take me to my car. I don't want to be here." I wrapped the blanket around me and hurried to my closet. I threw on a pair of over sized sweats and a black tank top the fit perfectly. It wasn't to tight on my stomach so there was no pressure on my wound.

"I don't know if you should drive it's really late." He stood and pulled his hair out of his face wrapping a ponytail around it.

"Please." I begged and pulled on his arm. "I don't know this lady and I don't want to be here. I'm angry. I just want sleep."

"You can stay at my house tonight.. You'll be okay there until you talk to your father." His statements sounded as if they where questions.

I quickly nodded and followed him to his car. Once in his car I remembered my phone was in it. I shuffled around the papers in the glove box, then pulled my phone from the mess.

When I turned my phone on it began to vibrate nonstop from unread messages and missed phone calls from my father. I read some of the messages on the drive to Trevor's house but I replied to none. Instead I texted my mother's old phone number.

"Mom, I know you aren't here anymore. I'm broken. I know we hardly talked when I was growing up. I'm sorry, I wish things could have been different. I may come to visit you soon. I love you."

Tears began to roll down my face as I looked out the window to watch the passing view. The radio was off and all that you could hear was the sound of the tires against the road.

"We are here." Trevor shook my shoulder and I lifted myself up from against the window. I wasn't sleeping, just silently crying.

When we walked into Trevor's house we were greeted by a pit bull running and wagging his tail while barking.

"His name is Groot.. If he is bothering you I'll take him outside for the night." Trevor faced me and began loving on the dog.

"Nooo!" I protested. "I love him! He is so cute, he reminds me of a old family dog we used to have." I smiled and clapped my hands calling Groot towards me and began to pet him. My mood was instantly lifted but I was still sleepy.

"That's good." Trevor's voice lagged and you could tell he was tired too. "You can sleep on my bed tonight and I'll sleep in the living room if you want." As he spoke he stretched his arms out wide and yawned.

"Would you sleep with me?" My words slipped out before I could stop them.

"Yeah, that would me nice." Trevor's words surprised me and I smiled. I followed him to his room and crawled in the bed after him.

Our bodies where tangled together, his body was warm and welcoming after the day I have had. We cuddled for a little while without saying a word to one another until I heard Trevor clear his throat.

"What are they from?" He asked. At first I thought he was on the phone until I looked at him and he was starring right at me.

"What? What are you talking about?" I rolled on my side to face him.

"I told you I pulled your jeans off earlier. I seen them. Your scars. What are they from?" His voice was low and he was no longer looking at me but at the ceiling.