Broken (Edited edition)

Black Eye

Mark drags me out of bed this morning, and he carries me down the stairs into the kitchen. He sets me down on one of the chairs, and goes to make coffee. I groan, and clutch my head." I hate waking up this early." I say, covering my face with my hands. He sets down a cup of coffee in front of me, and pours creamer into it. He stirs it carefully, and puts two aspirin next to the cup." Another headache?" He asks, and I nod." It fucking hurts." I groan out, and he smiles. He sits down beside me with his cup in his hands. I feel him kiss my cheek, and I look over at him." Today we're going out with the Grumps for drinks, so we'll have a fun night tonight." He says, and I swallow the pills dry. I sip my coffee after, and lean over the counter." Hey, if you aren't feeling up to it you don't have to go to school." He says, and I shake my head." No, I'm alright to go to school. I'm just being a drama queen. *cough* Like my Dad." Mark gives me a look, and starts to fake punch.

"Help! Child abuse!" I say through laughs, and he starts laughing." No, I would never hurt you." He says, and I start smiling." Now go get dressed, and we'll get you to school." He says, and I get up. I walk up the stairs, and go into my room. I brush my hair into a pony tail, and grab fresh clothes out of my closet. I pull on jeans, black long sleeved shirt, and Nike's. I wipe my eyes, and yawn loudly. I grab my bag from my closet, and pull it over my shoulders. Mark brushes his hair back, and puts on a new T-shirt." You know it's really hot out today, maybe you would like to wear a T-shirt?"

"Nice try." I say, and he smirks." Hey, a man can always try." He says, and rubs my arm." You know I won't ever wear short sleeves." I say, and he shrugs." You might one day." He says, and I feel a depressing feeling crawl up me." No, I don't think I will." I say, it coming out sadder than I wanted it to. Mark looks over at me with worry in his eyes, his mouth turning into a frown." I'm sorry, it's just I don't see my future like that. I see myself either dead, or being tortured." Mark grabs his keys before we head out, and we take the stairs." That can't possible happen now, he's..."

"Dead I know, but he's not our problem now is he? My Mother, Leah, and all the other shit you deal with on a daily basis." I say, and feel his hand tighten on my shoulder. We get out on the street, and he takes my hand into his." Come here." He says, and I stand in front of him." As long as I'm here, I will not let anything bad happen to you. As long as I'm here, you are safe." He says, and I smile. He kisses my cheek, and I smile at him. He helps me into the car, and I put my seat belt on. He walks around the car, and we head to the school." So are you picking me up?"

"Yep, I'll be there at 2:30 exactly." He says, and turns a corner." I'll call you if I don't see you there." I tell him, and he grins." I'll tell you what, if you don't see me I'll buy you ice cream." He says, and I start laughing. He parks in front of the school, and I take off my seatbelt."  Okay, I'll be here at 2:30.  Just text me if you're going to be late okay?"  He says.  I nod, and open my door.  I kiss his cheek before leaving, and shut the door behind me.  I watch him drive away as I walk up the steps the front door, and smile at the car.  I get to my locker, and see Robbie waiting for me."  Hey gorgeous, I've missed you."  He says, holding my already opened locker open."  Where were you?"  I ask, and he shrugs."   I was...places."  He says, and I roll my eyes."  Thanks, that helps a lot."  I say, and he grins from ear to ear."  Oh hush, I was in Chicago seeing my BF."   He says, and I squint my eyes at him."   BF?"  I ask, and he nods."  Yep, Boyfriend."  He says, and I start smiling at him."  Oh, that's so cute!"  I say, he blushes .

"What's his name?"  I ask, and he rolls his eyes."  Come on!  I'm not going to tell anyone."  I say, and he grins."   Okay okay, his name if Henry, Henry Bolin.  He's a five star soccer player at his school, and he's going to college with a scholarship."   He says, and his eyes turn all glassy."  Hey, snap out of it!"  I say, snapping my fingers in front of his face.  He shakes his head a bit, getting out of his daze, and apologizes."  Come on, the bells about to ring.  And I don't want to make Mr. Jackson wait for me."  I say, grabbing my books then shutting my locker door with my foot."  Mr. Jackson isn't here, we have a substitute.  Mr.  Vanek."  He says, and I look up at him."  Who?"