Looking Back

Chapter 5: Friday

The next day was full of the unwanted stares; not that I cared anymore. I wore a long-sleeved, black turtle neck shirt to cover up the fresh bruises from last night and slipped on some comfortable light blue jeans.When I arrived at my locker, Tanner was waiting on me. I handed him a stack of survey papers avoiding eye contact. I knew I looked horrible, because I felt horrible. Last night I kept waking up with a start after I had dosed off thinking my dad was going to bust through my bedroom door and hit me.

"Tamara-," Tanner started in a concerned voice.

"Take the papers to the classrooms and have the teachers pass them out." I said ignoring him.

"Tamara."

"What?!" I snapped growing impatient.

"Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" My eyes began to brim up with tears. One spilled over. Angry, I wiped it away. "Here," I thrust the papers in his arms and ran to my first period class.

By lunch time I wasn't feeling well. So instead of going to the cafeteria to eat, I walked to the library so I could talk with Felisha.

When Felisha saw me walk through the door, she immediately knew something was wrong. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?" Her light brown eyes were full of concern.

"I don't feel good." I breathed out.

Immediately she put the back of her hand to my forehead. "Oh. You're burning up." She felt my cheeks that were also warm. "Are you cold?"

I shook my head no. "Just hot," I answered.

"You look bad. Are you sure you don't need to go home?"

"Not home," I answered too quickly, frightened.

"Okay," she said watching me suspiciously. "How about my house," she suggested. "That way you can rest."

"Your house," I asked unsure. I never been to her house.

"Yeah," She answered with a warm smile planted on her face. "No one will be there except you."

"Oh. Okay."

After lunch was over, I went to the high school office and signed out. When we arrived at her house, Felisha showed me around her small beautiful home, but basically she said make yourself at home.

"There's food in the fridge if you are hungry. I have a few DVDs you can watch if you like. Just do whatever." She said being the nice young woman she was. "Let me get you a blanket," she said disappearing down the hall. She came back with a blue fleece blanket and a pillow. "Here you go," she said handing the objects to me.

"Thank you," I said taking the blanket and pillow.

"You're welcome. I'll be back after work. Just make yourself at home and get plenty of rest. And if you decide to leave make sure you lock the door on your way out."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye." Felisha grabbed her purse and went outside to her car, I grabbed the remote, found a random DVD and put it in the expensive DVD player. She also had a flat screen TV. The house was plain and simple, but rich compared to mine. There were two matching couches and a recliner. The dining room was connected to the kitchen. The house was beautiful compared to mine. Shoot any house would be beautiful compared to mine.

An expensive looking coffee table that sat between the two couches had an opened bible sitting on it. What did people find in a bible? None of it made since. God didn't make sense. He probably created the world, but what was the true meaning of God's existence? Or did he even exist?