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****THE NEXT DAY****
I woke up the next morning in Kyle’s arms. I got about 3 hours of sleep. I never told him about what Don had actually done to me. I lied and said he blamed me for his divorce, which he did so I wasn’t completely lying. I was too afraid he would tell our class about what had happened to me so I couldn’t tell him anymore than that.
I began to cry remembering what he actually done to me and that’s when Kyle pulled me into his arms. I felt as if I was always supposed to be there, in his arms. He gently stroked my head and played with the little pieces of dark brown hair that had fallen from my bun. I felt my eyes get heavy and soon drifted off the sleep, I guess he lay down with me after I had finally fallen asleep.
I gently unwound his arms from my petite frame, making sure not to wake him, and tiptoed over to my dresser grabbing a sports bra and running pants along with a Nike athletic shirt and underwear. I walked into my bathroom shutting the door quietly behind me and looked at myself in the mirror; I looked like a complete mess! My cheeks still had tears stains and my eyes were puffing from crying so much the night before. I looked down at my wrists; you could see the start bruises on each one, finger prints outlining them. I began to cry once more, how could I go back out like this?! I let my hair out of the bun and turned on the shower letting it warm up to the temp I preferred.
After I washed my hair and body I stood a few extra minutes in the shower letting the water pound down my back and listened to it hit the floor of the shower with a small thud. I got and wrapped my aqua blue towel around me, and began to open the door of the bathroom but remembered that Kyle was still fast asleep on my bed. I changed into my running outfit and blow dried my before exiting the bathroom to see Kyle hadn’t been awakened by the noise I created earlier. In my absence from the bed he had wrapped his arms around a pillow and held it close to his body. I walked out of my room and down the stairs towards the front door when James stopped right in front of me making me bump into him.
“What’s wrong James?” I asked looking down at him.
He walked towards the kitchen and came back with his food bowl in his mouth, dropping it at my feet. I smiled at him while bending down and picking it up, carrying it back into the kitchen to fill it with his food. While there I refilled their water bowls and also fed Dory who was sleeping by Kyle’s feet the last time I seen her.
I put my grey and purple Nike Free Run 3s before running back up the stairs, forgetting my phone and headphones. I dug through my bedside table looking for my armband for my phone when Kyle began to stir.
“What are you doing up already?” Kyle asked, wow he sounded sexy. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SPENCER?! HE’S YOUR BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND!
“Going for a run, I was looking for my armband but I just found it.” I said with a smile, lifting up my grey arm band to show him.
“Oh…I'm going back to bed then it’s too early for me.” He said rolling his face into the pillow making him sound muffled.
I shook my head and walked back out of the room shutting my room behind me, that boy and his beauty sleep. I walked towards the front door putting on my fleece North Face and beanie before walking out into the cold December air. I put my ear buds into my ears then, plugged them into my phone and hit shuffle. The song began to blare through my ears making me jump. I turned the volume down then put my arm band around my arm and started down the driveway.
“Kiss me softly as I fall to my knees. Don’t let go, we’ve always waited for this…”
I ran for about a mile before I heard A-team by Ed Sheeran cut my song off.
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TienerfictieSpencer Fouke has gone through a world of hell since she was born. She was sexual abused by her uncle, and then a few years later her mom got sick. She never knew who her dad even was until the day her mom was suppose to die. Since then she's been...