Tyler slept through the night without another bother from his father. The next morning he had to go to school....as he was getting ready, he noticed something as he looked in the mirror. Aside from the headache, he had forgotten what his father had done to him. But he had a friendly reminder plastered on his face.
·Tyler's POV· As I look in the mirror, I start to panick. "SHIT! Shitshitshit!" I have a large bruise that has now spread from my temple where the uke hit all the way to around my eye and top of my cheek. How am I going to cover this up?!?! Hat..where's my hat?
I had finally found my hat and I had taken my mothers foundation to attempt to cover some of the bruise. It still showed, but it was slightly faded. Good enough right?
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"T-time for school.."
·Josh's POV·
Everyone is either inside in the entrance talking or out in the front on the school yard habging out with everyone. I'm in the school yard. I haven't seen Tyler yet. Maybe he won't show up 'till first class.
A few moments later, as I'm talking to my friend Melanie, I see someone in the parking lot get out of their car. A guy. I can't tell who it is from this far away. He's wearing a red beanie that covers most of his face and a dark jacket. The shape of his body looks familiar. Small, skinny. And as he gets closer, I see his nose, lips, chin and jawline. He sits down on a cement square garden ledge closer to the side of the school yard and starts talking to the guy next to him. I recognize the guy...Brendon I think his name is...
·Tyler's POV·
I wait a while, sitting in my car in the school parking lot. I see Brendon and get out. I hope no one notices.
I get over to where Brendon is sitting-a garden patch outlined with cement- and sit next to him.
"Hey Bren.." "Hey?" "It's me. Tyler." "Oh, hey Ty!! Didn't know it was you under that red hat!hah" "Ha.ha. Funny. It's a beanie fyi.." "Sassy about clothing items? That's my Tyler." "..." "Ty..." "Yeah?" "What's on your cheek?" "N-nothing..it's nothing." "Look at me." "Why?" And out of my suprise, Brendon shouts, almost getting the attention of people around us. "LOOK AT ME. TYLER. NOW!" Before I look at him, I look around to make sure no one was looking because of how loud he was. As I look up, Brendon's hands shot up to his mouth. He took my beanie off discovering the rest of my bruise. "Oh my god...Tyler...what the fuck happened??" "Nothing....dad just got a little upset yesterday." "Tyler! This isn't NOTHING! What happened? Did he hit you again!?" "Well...HE didn't hit me. If you want to be litteral, my UKE hit me." "And how the hell did that happen??" "He lifted, he swung, it hit my temple, the room went black." "I swear to god I'll-" And then a familiar voice cut him off, sounding frantic.
