I groaned, listening to the alarm go off.
Did they really have to make them so obnoxious?! UGH.
I stretched and pick up my phone, there was a message from Chaz.
It's too cold for school! Let's ditch? - Chaz
I groaned, not again. He was always trying to get us to ditch, he never understood why I refused to break the rules... If only he knew.
I grabbed my light blue sweat shirt and Jeans, picking up a black cami, I walked into the bathroom.
I took off my PJ's, smiling as I folded them up, they had small little sheeps all over it. They were a gift from my foster parents on my 13th birthday. Exactly two years ago.
I looked in the mirror and sighed. I was still in my underwear.
The sight of me, grossed me out.
There were scars all over my stomach, arms and thighs.
There were burn marks all over my back.
I shook my head, looking away in shame.
I finished undressing and got into the shower, washing my hair, I hummed softly to myself.
I closed my eyes, rinsing my hair out.
the darkness turned into a picture.
My mom laying on the bed, bleeding from a gunshot wound.
Chase running in on the phone calling for an ambulance
Blood all over me.
MOMMY.....
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, it didn't matter. I couldn't think about it.
I would always be thankful for the social worker who came and took me with her, unfortunately she brough Chase along to, when she asked about my bruises and scars, I was too scared to tell her it was Chase, I was scared of what he would do to me. He had told her it was my mom who had done it, and talked about how he always had to protect me.
Liar... I thought meanly.
After being in an out of foster homes, they finally found parents who were looking for a forever family. They took in Chase and I, and they were amazing people, I would have been so happy... If Chase wasn't with us.
I got out of the shower and turned it off, my newly dyed blonde hair was darker when wet, it reminded me of how I looked when I was younger.
I squeezed my eyes shut and got changed, making sure every inch of me was covered.
I looked in the mirror and put a fake smile on my face.
Once I was done making myself look happier, I ran downstairs, trying to be excited.
it was my birthday after all, aren't kids excited on their birthday's?
"Jess!" Sara-Lee my foster mom grasped me into a tight hug, I tried not to wince at the pain of her grip, I smiled at her.
"Happy Birthday my girl." Bruce, my foster dad, joined in the hug.
He grinned at me, "Thanks dad." I mumbled as he ruffled my hair.
I mock glared at him, causing him to chuckle, I put my hair up in a pony tail as Mom placed pancakes infront of me, with chocolate chips in them.
Actual excitement burst through me, My mom always knew how to brighten my day.
Chase came downstairs, his brown hair in desperate need of a cut. He grinned at Mom and Dad, but gave his glare to me.
"Happy Birthday Loser." He said jokingly, except I knew it wasn't a joke.
Not at all.
"Chase." Dad said warningly.
Chase rolled his eyes.
"Just kidding." He opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton, drinking out of it.
Mom sighed, "really Chase?" She asked exasperated, she was always yelling at him for drinking out of the carton.
He shrugged and gave her an innocent grin, her gave her a hug and pouted.
"Sorry Mom." He fluttered his eyelashes trying to be innocent.
Mom giggle and rolled her eyes, pushing him off.
"Remember, you both need to come home right after school today." Dad mentioned, putting his coffee cup down.
We both nodded.
"And Chaz is coming over for dinner." Mom added, a smile spread across my lips. Chaz was my Best Friend.
We nodded again.
I finished eating my pancakes and we left for school.
We got into Chase's red truck and he glared at me, he pinched me.
"Ouch!" I moaned, my arm smarted from where he pinched me.
"Oh, don't be such a baby." He rolled his eyes, turning on the radio.
We pulled into Jackson Academy, and Chase parked in his usual spot.
I rolled my eyes, my brother was somewhat popular. He was the Quarterback for the football team.
I got out the car and Chase walked off.
"Bye." I mumbled and turned to go in my own direction.
"Surprise!" Chaz jumped out at me. I giggled.
"You're such a Dork." I groaned as Chaz gave me a boyish grin.
"You know you love it." he retorted, sticking his tongue out at me.
"So mature." I gave him a grin.
He hooked his arm through mine.
"Happy Birthday Jessi." He smiled at me.
"Thanks." We walked into math class and I groaned again.
"Why does math exist?" I asked sitting beside Chaz in the corner of the room.
"Because someone hated kids." Chaz said in a 'Duh' voice.
I rolled my eyes at him and turned to pay attention as Mr. Britz. Began teaching Algebra.
I tried keeping my eyes open through math, but I kept drifting off into dreamland.
The bell woke me up and I noticed a piece of paper on my desk.
Where did that come from?
I asked Chaz and he just shrugged, saying he wasn't paying attention.
So like Chaz.
I opened the note and gasped.
Has anyone ever told you how beautiful and peaceful you look when you're asleep?
- Your secret Admirer.
Who could it be?!
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading the first chapter of "Wounded" Let me know what you guys think!
*GASP* Jessica has a secret admirer!
Who could it possibly be?
