Love, Finally

Chapter 2

//Sorry for the short chapter, writers block is a bitch :( Anyways, enjoy!//   

     My alarm goes off, and I rub my cheek, where I was smacked last night. Damn, that hurts. I groan, and get out of bed. I move the chair I wedged underneath the door handle last night, knowing that that sorry excuse for an uncle, AKA Max, has gone off to work. I make my way to the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. 

     I jump a little bit as I see my reflection. Matted fur, puffy, red eyes, a black and yellow bruise on my left cheek, and a small cut on my nose, all on the canvas of the face of your average fox. In another life, or another time, I would have been more handsome, but right now I'm holding the record for "Worst living Eyesore". I sigh, strip off my clothes, and get into the shower. Scrubbing away the dirt, and taking care to gently dab the bruise, I think about how I'm going to hide what happened last night. I don't think Luke would tell anyone, but I'm not sure how to hide my injuries.

     I end up choosing a hoodie that's a little big on me. The hood will cover most of the bruise. I put on some black skinny jeans, slip on my Vans, and head downstairs. I walk past the kitchen, grab an apple, and start to walk to school.

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     I walk through the front doors of my school, keeping my head down. I hear someone whisper "gay fag", but it doesn't matter to me. I've become numb to things like that in school. Home is different, though. Max is the only family I have, and he hates me. 

     I grab my things from my locker, and head to first period; Spanish. Ugh. I can barely stay awake in that class. Ms. Simmons' voice is like white noise. I sit in the back of class, doodling in my notebook. Little pictures of train tracks and beer bottles cover the page. I start to doze off, head in my hands, when I think of something.

Why was Luke at the railroad in the first place?