No More Ms. Nice Girl

No More Ms. Nice Girl Chapter Five

No More Ms. Nice Girl Chapter Five

My eyes burned when I first woke up. The sun beamed onto my face with great force. I remembered the numbness from last night , that was gone. I could feel all the pain now. I struggled to get up out of the bed , there was no sign of my father anywhere and that was something I was grateful for. Ever muscle in my body was screaming in agony. I finally got the courage to get up and go into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath before I was able to face the mirror. Tears sprang from my eyes and I covered my face as I finally got a glimpse of myself. My arms were completely purple and bruised. My face was red and the marks of the belt were visible. I couldn’t go to school I had no excuse for this. I had already said I fell down the stairs two times I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t buy it the third.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Looking into the mirror was just something I couldn’t do. My sadness turned to anger. With all my force I slammed my fist into the mirror shattering it into pieces. I saw my reflection in the shattered pieces of glass , they resembled me so much, we were both broken.

I ran out of the bathroom as fast as my sprained legs would let me, got dressed, grabbed my bag and flew out the door. Putting my bag over my shoulder I checked my messages. 4 from Taylor and 7 from Rachel. I ignored all of them, instead I concentrated on walking I knew this was going to be a long walk home. I popped my headphones in and listened to the lyrics of Karina that explained everything.

“ Aint No daddies where I’m from its just mad mothers

And eyes that seem like they can’t see past color

Why am I disrespected by someone I should call brother?

And why girls feeling unpretty and constantly hate eachother?

Bad air in my lungs man I can’t breathe, my eyes burning from

All the dirt in the debris, and its third degree I’m motionless on the scene

Its like a disease the way ya’ll killing me . I’m sixteen and I shouldn’t

Have to feel like this I’m sixteen and every young boy out here wanna kiss I’m

Sixteen and me and my mother going through it I’m sixteen on the block

Sixteen on the block. I’m sixteen at war.. “

I sang to the lyrics until I heard a beeping sound. I looked up to see a motorcycle about a millimeter away from my face. Fortunately, it stopped right before it could hit me. My heart stopped , I hadn’t even noticed that I was walking in the middle of the street.

“What the fuck?” The owner of the motorcycle shouted. It was a male.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry..” I replied covering my face in embarrassment.

“Zoey?” The voice said. I slowly removed my hands from my face to see Ryder. Just my luck.

“Shit what happened to your face?” He asked reaching towards me. I slapped his hand away quickly and began to walk away.

How could  I be so stupid?  I was hoping that he wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

“Wait up! Zoey!” I heard Ryder calling after me. I came to a halt.

“What happened to you? Your all bleeding..” He asked again.

My mouth was dry I had no words.. “Uhm. I Fell.” I told him, that was the best excuse that I could come up with.

“Yeah okay. Come on I’ll give you a ride.” He said pushing me towards his bike.

“No. I’m fine thank you.”

“It wasn’t a question. I’m not gonna just let you walk home. And find you on the missings person report on the CNN news when I could’ve helped… Now lets go now!” He growled.

I wasn’t one to refuse a ride, especially when he looked that scary. I hopped on the bike with the helmet and held on for dear life. The breeze was slamming against my face forcefully causing me to shiver. And for some odd reason, I loved it. I felt free and alive. It actually made me smile, until we reached my destination, my house. Until I went inside the house and saw my mother, until I walked upstairs and looked in the mirror. Until I took the scissors and sliced my arm, until I broke every mirror in the house.

And it wasn’t until I was laying In bed that night, that I thought to ask.. how did he even know where I lived?