Lies My Mother Told Me

Chapter 3:(New)

Chapter 3:

"Craap! Close your eyes!" he panicked. I stood there frozen with my eyes shut tightly and both my hands covering my eyes. At this moment, I really wanted to rewind what just happened. I was officially scarred for life. How could he just walk around like that? He had to know I was here, didn't he? I rolled my eyes and tried to shove the shuddering image out of my head. I had bigger things to worry about right now. Like out of all people who could have brought me home last night...it had to be Steven...

"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked as the picture of Steven's...err...man area appeared into my head again. Ew! Get out!

"Yes you're safe," he chuckled as I opened my eyes to him zipping up his jeans. I looked at him with the evilest death glare I could give a person.

"It's not funny. How could you walk around here like that knowing I was here," I said with a straight face. I finally realized that Steven did not have a shirt on. I couldn't help but gaze at his 6-pack. I never realized how good looking Steven was until now. I actually had the time to look at him instead of just turning around in my seat to glare at him. He had the silkiest caramel brown hair that I would like to sink my fingers in, his golden yellow eyes that would stare right through you, great body; all he needed was a haircut. His hair was kind of long and often hid his striking eyes. Although Steven had a good appearance, he had a nasty attitude. If he wasn't so mean and rude to me, I may consider going out with some time. But he would never like me. No boy does. Until last night.

"I thought you would be asleep a little longer. Staring is rude. Has your mom ever told you that?" he scoffed pulling a random shirt out the dryer and slipping it over covering his muscles. My cheeks turned a light shade of pink and glanced down at my feet.

"Obviously, your mom never taught you how to talk to girls with respect," I said cleverly folding my hands over my chest. He scratched his head nervously and obviously embarrassed. I didn't have time to do a little victory dance. I needed to figure why I was here and what happened last night.

"How did I get here?" I said sighing. He said nothing. My stomach started to churn as the vomit slowly rose up my throat. I forced it down with a swallow and pursed my lips. Blech.

"Are you alright?" he asked taking a couple steps forward and holding out his hand. I held my hands up and gently shoved him away by his chest. The vomit burned my throat...

"You were drunk. So I took you home. I couldn't let you make a fool out of yourself. You were dancing on a table, drunk. Luke wasn’t even with you," I got drunk? My head started to pound and hurt so much I couldn't even think. “Wait, what happened to Luke? Why didn't Luke take me home?"

"I don't know," he said looking down at his feet again. He knew, he just didn't want to tell me. Out of all people why did Steven take me? He absolutely despised me. I didn't understand. But who cares. I need to get home. Part of me wanted to go home and get away from Steven but part of me was terrified to go home and face my mom. God only knows how scared she is, how mortified.  I couldn't help but vision my mom hitting me as a child. For simple things such as forgetting to take my shoes off before I stepped into the house. And now I snuck out of the house at night without permission. Imagine....what will she do? Will she start abusing me again? How would I even explain everything to her? I glanced at the time on the microwave. It was 2:11. She was definitely back from her trip.

"I wa-a--nt to go home," I said folding my arms over my chest as my voice shook. My heart was pounding and so was my head. So, this is what being a hangover feels like. I'm never getting drunk....ever again! I felt like collapsing onto my warm cozy bed and sleeping forever. I would never wake up. Basically I would be dead. Being dead was a much better option than having to get brutally beaten by my mother. My mother hasn’t hurt me in a few years. But right now, I deserved it.