READY, AIM... FIRE

He Doesn't Realize What He Has Done

Mya-Leah’s POV

It’s been a week. It’s been one whole week since I started tutoring Travis. It has been exactly one week since my mom and sister’s teasing has worsened and I started cutting again. It has been seven days since I have felt nothing but sadness and out right useless. Honestly, the only time I actually have felt needed is when I am with Travis. I guess knowing he wouldn’t be able to graduate unless I help him makes me feel good. The fact that he needs me and I’m not the helpless one in the room anymore is relieving.

Unfortunately, that relief is replaced with anxiety when I am at home. I have no choice but to sit there at the dinner table or in the living room and take all the shit that my mom and sister have for me. It sucks that my dad has been working late every night so there’s no one to stop them from saying whatever they want. Every night is the same. I come home from tutoring and there they are ready to attack, almost like dogs waiting till someone comes home. And every night I trudge my way up to my room and cry till I can’t anymore. I cut myself on my thighs so no one will see. 

No one knows what I do to myself, not even Chasity. I wouldn’t feel right if I told her. She has her own problems and I don’t want her worrying about me. I rather help her with her problems than have her help me with mine. So every day I listen to the newest problem of the day. It’s usually about her step-brother or step-dad. Hearing about her latest dilemma with Satan and the spawn of Satan helps me to forget about my own issues.

I wouldn’t even think of telling Ella. That woman has already done so much for me and I cannot put something like this on her. Besides she is too wrapped up in the fact that I am socializing with someone other than Chasity. It’s also a plus that it’s a boy. Ella has made up this little fantasy in her head that I will get to know Travis, fall for him and we will live happily ever after. I think it’s ridiculous but I love her for thinking so positively.

It is now Wednesday and I am currently walking to the library to meet Travis. He has really made progress in the past week. I’m glad I can be of help.

I looked up to find Paris walking my way with her boyfriend and posse by her side. The first thought that came to my mind is what does she want now?  I had already given her the drawing for her idiot boyfriend.  She stopped in front of me, towering my five foot self in her six inch heels. I looked up to find her with a smile on her face. It kind of scared me.

“Hey dork. I just wanted to let you know that Keith got an A on the drawing of yours. Now he can play.” She put her hand on her hip. “Bye loser.” She waved and walked right by me. I am honestly sick of her walking all over me. I already have my family doing it. But I am too chicken to say anything.

“You’re welcome bitch.” I muttered under my breathe before I ran into something hard. I looked up to find Travis standing in front of me. “Oh sorry.” I said

“It’s ok. Now who were you calling such foul names?” He asked with a smirk.

I looked at him in shock.  How did hear me? “Um… Uh… No one. I said nothing.”

He started laughing. “First, you are a terrible liar. Second, I heard the whole thing with Paris and I don’t understand why you let her treat you like that.” He looked at me with sad eyes. I couldn’t respond. I had no idea he was there. Before I knew it he was walking down the hallway toward the populars.

“Hey!” He screamed. Paris turned around. She looked at him like someone would look at dog poop on the sidewalk.

“What do you want?!” She yelled.

“I think you need to apologize to my friend over there and say you’re welcome.” He said calmly.

Paris looked over his shoulder at me. I was in pure shock. I cannot believe he did that for me and called me his friend.