Never in my 17 years of living has my mom physically abused me, mentally but not physically. All I could feel was a searing pain, piercing my temple and just below my eye. I didn't really know what to do so I just held the place where my mothers fist was about 4 seconds ago.
I ran up to my room without looking behind me and shut my door. Tears stained my face as I sat on my bed. I don't even think I was crying because of the pain of the punch, but just the fact that my own mom hurt me and for no good reason. I mean it's not like I told her I was 17 and pregnant and my life was over because of it.
I quickly change out of my clothes and climb into bed. I stare up at the ceiling and drift to sleep while a tear slowly runs down my cheek.
Next day
I wake up and immediately want to go back to sleep, but thinking that my mother could still be in the house, I get up. I take my oversized T-shirt that I use for pajamas off and begin to get changed. I pull on high wasted, black, ripped knee jeans with a plain grey t-shirt and my distressed jean jacket.
I then look in the mirror and I immediately cringe. My eye was almost swollen completely shut and my lower temple and cheekbone were black and blue. I try to cover it up with makeup the best I could but it didn't do much. I sigh and begin to apply my regular routine. I put on my liquid eyeliner and a neutral colored eyeshadow. I put a light coat of mascara and I fill in my eyebrow just a bit. I didn't like putting a load of makeup on but just enough so I didn't look like an old hag.
I quickly comb out my hair after seeing the time and put half of it up in a messy top knot and the other half down. I quickly walk down stairs and grab my bag, a granola bar for later, and throw on my black, canvas boots that I adore. I grab my car keys and get into my car, well my mothers but she rarely uses it because she is never in the correct state too.
The day went by rather quickly and I got quite a few stares because of my bruise but I just shrugged it off. It was finally time for lunch, honestly the only part of the school day that I don't dread. I walk into the lunchroom and look for a place to sit. I see Kelly on the other side but see her with her boyfriend, Michael. They could never keep their hands off each other and are always making out. I didn't feel like dealing with that today and I keep looking for someone else I knew. I realized I really didn't have any other friends other than Kelly and Calum, if you could consider Calum a friend. That practically shows how many times I've made friends by thinking having one long conversation with someone, makes me there best friend. I turn on my heel and walk out of the lunch room. I decided I'd just eat outside where it was nice and quiet, and I could just pull out my headphones and relax.
I walk outside and turn the corner and sit against the cold, brick wall which is shaded. I'm in the middle of a bite of my sandwich when Calum comes around the corner with a cigarette in his hand. I pull away from my sandwich and look down hoping he doesn't notice me.
"Hey Sarah." he says in his typical nonchalant voice.
Damn it. He saw me.
"Hi." I gave him a weak smile. Because he was the 'cool', popular dude that everyone wanted to be around, I get nervous around him and I feel like I have something to prove. That's why I hate being around him. He slides down the wall and sits next to me puffing out smoke.
"You want some?" he says and offers me the cigarette in his hand.
"I think I'm good." I respond, pushing his hand away. Wow, his hands are gorgeous. I... I don't know what but they're just perfect. And damn, his arms are so toned and muscular and I couldn't help but notice the ink all of his arms.
"What do your tattoo's mean?"
Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that. Now he knows that I was staring at him. Luckily he just laughs, doesn't say anything, and turns his head toward the addictive substance in between his two fingers.
"So there's a party this Friday, uh I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me?" he asks.
"Uh sure. I...I don't think I'm doing anything."
I say a bit surprised. I've only been to one high school party and it sucked.
"Great, I'll text what time I'll pick you up tomorrow." He says with a big grin.
Shit, he had a great smile. His teeth were perfectly straight, and the crinkles around his eyes creased making him look like a little happy puppy.
I look away quickly hoping he didn't notice, once again. The more I see him and look at him, the more I've becoming more attracted to him. And that scares me.
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