Losing Him

Impulse over Matter

Chapter Twelve

Impulse over Matter

Savannah hadn't seen Mike since their physical confrontation on two nights before.

Mike walked into the dining room and Savannah acted unaware of his existence.

"Mike! How are you?" asked Anthony, greeting his son,

"yeah, hi dad, I'm not bad... I'm just going to get... put my stuff in my room and I'll be right with you."

Even Savannah who couldn't see Mike's face, knew something about him seemed off. 

He wasn't talking or standing in the same arrogant way he usually does.

Nearly twenty-five minutes past and Mike hadn't reappeared. Ben and Savannah packed up the dinner table and made their separate ways to their rooms.

Savannah tried her best not to care about Mike, but she knew something was bothering him, she thought that there was no possible way that he even felt the slightest remorse about what he did to her.

'He would've apologised, he wouldn't have left me lying on the ground unconscious, not to mention that it's completely unlike Mike to care about anybody but himself,'  thought Savannah as she folded her school uniform into her closet for tomorrow morning.

Savannah was proud of how well she handled herself until this point, she looked in the mirror, although her bruises were healing, she was afraid that when she was preaching to everybody, telling them that she's alright, she was lying to herself.

Savannah hadn't had a moment of clarity, ever since waking up from the unconscious blur she was in, she kept herself busy, inhibiting her thoughts from exploring the dangerous parts of her mind.

She wasn't okay. Being physically violent or beaten to that point was a new thing that she never wanted to happen again. But Savannah was certain she was going to be okay, it would just take time and space.

She wanted nothing more than to move on, and some space to herself. She wanted to be alone, the less people she was around, the less times she has to explain herself, something she wasn't prepared to do.

Unfortunately, school isn't a place where people mind their own business and it certainly isn't a place where people reserve their judgements.

She made a mental note to herself tomorrow, to avoid as many people as she could if it meant sparing her emotional wellbeing, even Leon.

Savannah took a deep breath and walked into the gates of her high school.

After an hour and a half of effort, Savannah managed to cover just about all her visible bruises on her face.

 Her swollen nose was still swelled, but not to the point where someone who didn't know her well would notice.

The only thing she couldn't manage to cover was her gashed lip, which in all honesty looked worse than the day she got it,

'more reason to avoid people and questions today,' she thought to herself.

Ben, who had been silent the entire ride to school walked hurriedly with his head down and headphones on in the direction of the year 8 building.

He hadn't spoken a word to anybody this morning, not even Savannah.

Something was bothering Ben and Savannah made it her objective to find out what it was, by that night anyway.