Undone[Editing]

C.1

Mia Casano^^ Grace Phipps.

Have you ever been in a relationship where you're tip toeing around spikes or walking across hot rocks? One wrong step and you fall off the face of the earth? Your tight roping across a cavern of lava?

This is how I feel everyday. But honestly it's not that bad, it could always be worse. I could be starving and living on the streets or live in a third world country and have Malaria. Or maybe that's just what I keep telling myself.

"Ashton, stop it!" the moment i say it i wish i could take it back. his facial expression turns to a darker one, not a hint of South Hill Highs golden boy left in him.  

A small whimper escaped my lips as he moved even closer, "Please, we can talk about this." I know there's no use in reasoning but you can never say i didn't try. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rolled off his lips, "oh, little miss perfect, you think you can tell me what to do? Huh?" He's so drunk.. I can smell that vile stuff from his breath a mile away.

He slaps my cheek. I flinch. "You tell me what to do and i'll put you in your place. We don't get to talk about it. You don't get to talk about it." He continued to "talk", mainly using his fists. 

I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I haven't cried from one of his beatings in over two months. They aren't that bad I guess, just some ice and makeup will fix it. Maybe some Deep Blue from my mom's essential oils.

He keeps the hitting, punching and slapping up for awhile until he thinks he's had enough fun. "I'm going home and you better keep your mouth shut!" He snapped.

The door slams after him and I hear his black Mustang speed away. I sink to the floor. My lip is bleeding and my arms are purple. I'm sure my face is to. I wish he would wreck his fricken car and die.

I clumsily go down the hallway to my room and on to my bed. Good thing I have a one story house. I know I need to take care of my wounds but I'm to tired and my mom is working late.

I sigh and close my eyes. Im not a heavy sleeper especially when I can barely breath so I'm not out for long enough periods of time to have nightmares. Thank God.

My phone buzzes and I reluctantly get it. Pizza? It's my best friend Mia. Not in the mood. :/ Is all I reply. Coming over in 5.

Poop nuggets. Mia doesn't know Ashton  hits me and also there is no point in arguing with her about coming over. She never listens. I slowly get up and go to the bathroom to clean up.

I have a mini fridge in my room with an ice pack so I grabbed that to to help with the swelling.

I grab some rubbing alcohol and dab it on to my lip with a cotton ball. I then do some other stuff and apply makeup every where there is a noticeable bruise.

If you look close enough you can see some yellow or purple but it's not to bad. I grabbed the ice pack and put it on and walked to my room. I grab a hot pad and put it on my stomach where Ash punched me.

Mia walks in after a few minutes, " ahh... it's your time of the month." She says while plopping into my black bean bag chair.

She never knocks. One time she came in at three in the morning and I thought she was a robber so I hit her with a baseball bat. Apparently she was returning my phone charger.

I don't reply to her previous statement thing. "So what's up?" I ask casually.

Immediately she perks up, "you'll never believe it! Hunter asked me out!"

I try to be excited for my friend but it's really hard when she has a new guy every few weeks. "That's great! I thought you likes Andy though?"

Her face dropped,"he said... he said I'm... I don't sleep around! Why do people assume that just because I can't have a relationship for more than a few weeks that I sleep with all of the guys I date!"

"Aw sweetie... tell him that you aren't what he thinks you are! But if you like Andy you should stop dating other guys." Mia is a virgin and so everyone she dates breaks up with her because, I mean, its obvious.

"Yeah... I guess." She looks so confused about everything I hate seeing her this way.

"Hey, i'm really tired but we can hang this weekend, yeah?" I say trying to lighten the mood. And get her out of my house so I can be in pain in peace.

"Alright love ya!" I yell 'love you' back as she walks out.

I relax. Well sorta. Tomorrow is gonna suck.

Okay, the photo of Greyson is in chapter 3. I know it's kinda weird she isn't first but whatever.