The Bad Boy's Kitten

Chapter 4: The Bad Boy and The Great House Party

Recap:

It's not like I haven't been abused enough in my life.

I take a deep breathe, attempting to ease the pain of my state, my present... and my past.

"Saffron? Is that you?" A voice called out.

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Chapter 4: The Bad Boy and The Great House Party

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, pressing myself against the wall and sealing my eyes shut, in hope to become invisible and blend into the walls.

I cannot be seen like this because one, I am super puffed out and two, I look weak and that is humiliating. I hate being seen as a weak person.

A familiar voice calls out again, this time closer like their right in front of me, "What the hell is up with your face Saff?"

Recognising the person, I open my eyes only to look at Brooke. I stay stuck to the wall and check left and right to see if anyone has seen me. After I was satisfied, I relaxed and glanced to Brooke who stood there with a questioning look, scanning her eyes over my body until they landed on my arms.

"What happened to your arm? Actually, I'll question later. Let's go to the bathroom, your arm's bleeding." She said with concern.

"No, Brooke. Really, I'm fine. Let's just go-" I protest but Brooke being Brooke, didn't even let me talk further.

"Saff." She spoke with authority.

I didn't even bother anymore.

10 minutes later.

I find myself sitting on sink table in the bathroom, telling Brooke what happened not even an hour ago as she wrapped a bandage around my arm.

"I don't know why, I just couldn't defend for myself this time."

"Okay, Saff. Seriously, just don't think about it too much. It'll get better, like everything in life. You, out of all people should know this." She advised as she finished wrapping my arm and discards the tissues and wipes that were used. Basically, Brooke keeps like a ton of band aids, bandages, antiseptic wipes and all those crap in her bag for emergencies. It's a cute little mini hospital inside there.

"Yeah, I know." I sigh, looking to the ground.

Brooke takes a hold of my hands and rubs my shoulder. "Come on, let's get away from this hell hole yeah? If you want, we can go to a party tonight. Travis is throwing his big parties again. And I know how much you love his parties. You up for it?" She says, knowingly wriggling her eyebrows with a smirk.

This girl knows what keeps me alive. A party from time to time is good enough to allow me to relax for a bit. And it's true, Travis throws THE biggest parties. I'm so down for this.

I look up at her with a smirk. "Oh, you know I am!"

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I finally take a left turn into my street, driving a little further up before I park my car in my drive way, next to my mother's car. Alas, I have made it home. I quickly slip on thin hoodie I keep at the back seats for emergencies, bearing in mind that I wouldn't want my mum to see my arm. I jump out of my car, lock it and walked up to the porch. Before I could open it, my mother bursts the door open, clearly a bit edgy than usual.

"Saffron! I'm so glad you're home. About time though, what took you so long?" She questioned.

"I-I had to finish off a group project-" I lied but my mum seemed to be too much in a frenzy to let me finish my sentence so she kept on blabbing her words out.