Say Goodbye (A Chris Brown Love Story)

Chapter Four

I was hiding my face in my locker. Really Dad? You hurt me in the one place that everyone has to look at? I really didn't want to come to school today, afraid that everyone would laugh at me. Hayden kept saying it didn't look that bad but when I looked at her and said that I thought she was my best friend, she said it did look bad. And it was throbbing! I just stood there with with my head in my locker, wanting to die.

"Mariah?" I recognized Chris's deep voice.

"Yes?" I said, my locker echoing my voice.

"I got your phone from Daniella." I held my hand out and felt him place it in my hand.

"Thank you." I said.

"Any reason why your head is in your locker?" He asked finally.

"Um, no. Not really." I pulled my hair down over the side of my face and turned towards him. "I'm fine."

"Oh, cause I was just-" he stopped and pushed the hair out of my face. He suddenly looked angry. "Mariah, what happened?" He asked, talking about my black and bruised eye.

"My dad." I said lowly. "He was mad at me. So he just took his anger out on my face." He touched it and I flinched. "Ow! Don't touch it! It hurts."

"Sorry. You should put some ice on it."

"But that hurts."

"It will help it go down." I started pouting and he pointed in the direction of the nurses office. "Now." He ordered.

"Fine." I mumbled, pulling my hood over my head to cover my eye and I grabbed my bag, slamming my locker. I held my head down as I walked to the front office.

"Can I see the nurse?" I asked the front lady. She just nodded and I walked into the back, stopping when I got to the door.

"Nurse Miller? Can I have a bag of ice?" I asked.

"Sweetie, what happened?" She said.

"I-I don't want to talk about it. Really."

"Well okay then." She quickly made me a small bag of ice and when she gave it to me, I pressed it to my eye, flinching at the pain.

"Thank you." I dashed out of there as fast as I could. I hadn't even told Hayden what had happened but I told Chris with ease. That was weird for me to do, not tell my best friend but tell someone I just met two days ago. Hmm.

I walk into class and mouthed "happy now?" to Chris when I saw him and he nodded, looking satisfied.

The ice was helping it go down but it still hurt like crazy. I held it there until the ice completely melted then I tossed it in the trash at lunch.

"Woah, your eye looks so much better." Hayden says, sitting down next to me with her lunch. "It's gone down all the way, now it just looks like a small purple bruise under your eye."

"That's good. At least it feels a little better." I said.

"Now tell me, what's going on? Why are you hanging out with Chris Brown?"

"Stop saying his whole name, call him Chris and he's actually a nice guy. But he doesn't talk about himself much. He keeps to himself like you said. But he is a nice guy." I glanced behind me to see Chris sitting by himself at the round table across the lunch room.

"Some people say he's bad, Mariah. I don't think you should hang out with him."

"Hayden, I can hang out with who I want to hang out with, okay?"

"Alright, whatever you say." I just shake my head and continue eating.

I didn't talk to Chris for the rest of the day and it was kind of like the last two days didn't even happen. Like he was ignoring me. Not that I was hurt by it. Okay, maybe a little. I didn't want to go home but that was the only place I could go. If Chris had talked to me again today, I might have asked him could I come visit Daniella but since we didn't, I didn't get a chance to ask him. So I just went home and braced myself for whatever shit my parents had to throw at me.

I shut the door and my mom was fucking some dude on the couch. Talk about gross! I'm never sitting on that couch again. Although, I can't even remember the last time I sat on that couch. I ran past them and bolted up to my room to escape their terrible moans. I can't believe my dad just lets her do that. Do they not love each other anymore?! I looked around and realized the little stuff that I had was packed up in boxes. I didn't have much, just a bunch of clothes, shoes and just random stuff like my hairbrush and stuff. Why was all of this packed up?! My door slammed against the wall and my mom was standing there.

"Finished fucking, huh?" I mumbled.

"Listen here!" She snapped. "At 12am, you're 18 and I want you out of this house!"

"Mom, where the hell am I gonna go?!" I screamed at her.

"I don't give a shit! Just get out!" She slammed my door back. Well this what just great. I'm homeless.

Knowing she wasn't gonna change her mind, I just go ahead and take down each box and put them in my car. She even yelled that I needed to leave the car but then I said its my car and they have a car of their own and for once she didn't argue with me. All the boxes fit in the back with ease and when I had nothing left to take, I just laid down in my room and did random things until I saw that the clock said 12am. Happy birthday to me. Life can not get worse.