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The next day at school we both pretended that we didn't know each other. As time passed, it was a little weird at first. Seeing him in the afternoons with Sabrina then at school the next day pretending I didn't know who he was.

It was a weekend, and I was at home by myself. I sit in the living room with my feet propped up on the sofa watching TV. The knock at my door startles me, getting to my feet I make my way to it.

"Yeah," I open the door.

My eyes grow to the size of baseballs as I look at the guy that stands on the other side of the door.

"What are you doing here?" I spit at him.

"Did you miss me?"
"Berry?"

He was tall and big for his age. We had broken up two years ago, and I really didn't want to see him. Not now, not ever, he had messed up my life bad, and it took a lot to get it back together.

He runs a hand through his thick curly blond hair.

"You're not supposed to be near me," I tell him.

"Oh, come on baby, I just wanted to see you."

"You're not welcome here, leave," I tell him.

"And what if I don't want to leave?"

He pushes past me stepping further into the house.

I turn to him.

"Please, Berry just leave."

"I think I'll stay a while."

"My dad will be home soon," I tell him hoping he will leave.

"You're not good at lying Andi, you never were."

"Please just go," I beg.

He steps toward me, and I take a step back.

"Don't be like that Andi," He says I can hear the anger in his voice.

Once more I step back only for him to trip me against the wall.

"I don't want you here." I tell him looking away as tears cloud my vision.

I didn't see his hand when he raised it up, but I felt when it hit my face. I cry out from the pain of the impact.

"Please Berry," I plead with him once more.

Lights from a car hit my window, and he backs away.

"I'll be back for you baby," he tells me then leaves me standing against the wall.

As soon as the door closes behind him, I run to it locking him out. I sink to the floor crying as he begins to pound on the front door. I knew he wouldn't brake it because then my father would know he had been here.

When the pounding stops, I make myself get up and go to bed. The next morning, I stayed home from school, I didn't want anyone to see the bruise he had left on my face. I had told my dad that I wasn't feeling good and locked myself in my room until he was gone to work.

I spent my day cleaning house and watching TV. Dad called two or three times checking on me. I told him I was fine not to worry.

A little bit before time for Jacob to drop Sabrina off I go up to get dress. I pull on a long white sundress then head down to wait for them.

I had hoped that Jacob wouldn't say anything about the bruise but when I opened the door, and he took one look at me.

"Who hit you?" he asks.

I shake my head looking away.

"I fell and hit my dresser," I lie.

I don't think he bought it, though, he just had a look in his eyes that said yeah right and I'm next president of United States.