Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter tweleve

Sometimes it wasn't bad.

People say you forget what the person did to you or you forgive and forget. With me, I didn't forgive easily, and I don't forget, especially if someone did something terrible to me.

Sometimes I thought to myself, what did I do wrong?

Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

And I sure as hell don't deserve every punch, kick, slap, black and bruise that mark on my body.

"Like most victims, why did you stay with him?"

"Stay? What's your definition of stay? That fucking school doesn't give a shit."

Looking over my shoulder, Easton was talking to his friends, and it disgusted me that he could act like nothing happened. Like he didn't slam me to a wall an hour ago and told me to stay by his side until he was done talking to his friends. His ocean eyes were like a storm, a disastrous event that is ready to explode any minute. But nobody saw that but me. I hated it. I hated him. I sometimes hated myself for liking him and dating him. Dated him.

He hasn't noticed that I left his side, and I was practically on edge. I looked at him once again before I sprinted down the hall and dodged anyone who was in my way. I quickly went to the main office and opened the door without knocking. "Excuse me; you have to knock before you—"

"I'm in trouble," I rushed out.

Her eyes widened, and it looked like she was debating what to say. "I will try to get Mr. Cole to see you."

I nodded and sat down to wait for her to call me. My leg was shaking rapidly, and I was unconsciously running a hand through my hair. I immediately tense up when I felt a slight breeze o the back of my neck. Was he behind me? How was that possible? There's a wall behind me. He doesn't know where I'm going. He's talking to his friends.

Breathe Jasper. Breathe.

I sighed and felt a weight off my shoulders when I saw the lady and the principle walking towards me.

"Jasper? Miles's brother?" Mr. Cole addressed.

"Stepbrother," I corrected. He nodded and made a hand movement for me to follow him in his office. I quickly stood up and followed him. I looked over my shoulder again and sighed in relief when the door was still closed. He doesn't know, and he doesn't have to know where I am.

"Why do you think you're in trouble?" Mr. Cole asked and sat on his big chair. I stayed standing up.

"I..." How the hell was I supposed to explain to him that I've been abused for a couple of weeks? How the hell was I supposed to explain this to anyone?

"Jasper?" His brown eyes reminded me of Pa. I missed him. I missed Ma. I missed home. I want everything back to normal.

"I've been abused," I said quietly.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. I explained to him what has been happening for a couple of weeks. I told him Easton and I are (were) dating. Out of nowhere, he hit me because we argued about my safety, how much my body hurts, and how he told me that I should stay away from a specific group of people to be on his good side.

"It says you showed him the bruises."

"Yeah...not that it mattered to him."

"Who is a certain group of people?" Mr. Cole asked. I hesitated. I wasn't a snitch, but it was a simple question. He didn't ask me to name those specific people.