Tick list

Part 6

Ivanna POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Where the hell was I? Oh god what happened?  fuck who's behind me?

It was Matthew, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. He was still sleeping so I decided not to move. Plus it felt nice, to have someone next to me, even if it was this damn gimp.

"Fuck. Get up, c'mon" his voice was raspy in my ear

"What? Why?" His arm slipped off my waist as he ran his hand through his roughed up hair. I moved around to face him. He looked tired, but it must have been pretty early at this point.

"Shit, well the swellings gone a little I guess" he went to touch my face but I moved away

"What swelling? What are you talking about?" I rushed to my feet and took a couple steps back, suddenly i was fully aware of the throbbing pain on my face, even my entire  body.  I ran over to where seemed to be the bathroom

"Ivanna wait!! Don't look!" Matthew yelled behind me but it was too late.

The bruises. They were on my face, neck. I lifted the t shirt up to discover several others and I sank to the floor.

Seconds later Matthew came running in. He sat next to me as I continued to sob. In that moment I felt everything. I felt his disgusting touch from the night before. I felt his hands snake around me again. I felt his fists digging into my stomach. I could still hear the words he told me "c'mon nobody can hear us" "our secret" "i can tell you like it" why would anybody do that?

"I was going to tell you.."

"WHEN?!" I yelled out

He tried to touch me but i squirmed away. Did he expect me to be able to trust him? Or anybody? What the hell was he thinking? I sat in the corner crying as he sat in the corner opposite me with his arms propped up on his knees, his head drooped down. It must have been at least 5 minutes until he made the first move. He stood up slowly and grabbed a towel from a cupboard in the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" he walked out and closed the door behind him. I sat there for a bit, crossed legged and hair looking like rat tails down my face. I stood up and took a good look at myself in the mirror.

Holy shit. I looked like the girl from the grudge....i took off my clothes and got into the shower which was in full steam by now. It felt good to get some hot water on me, and luckily most of the dark patches on my face were mascara and eye shadow smudges.

I came out and got changed into the clothes Matthew had previously given me and put my hair up in a bun as it was still wet. I came out and walked into he kitchen but nobody was there.

"Matthew?"
No reply.
"Matthewwww?"
Nothing.

I looked over to the counter and attached to a cup of coffee was a note

Hey,
Gone out for a while and your dad wants you home by 12, hope you find your own way back.

Matthew

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed. So he just took off and fucking left me here? I wasn't even sure where i was. What about this morning? He was being so nice. Why the sudden coldness? What the fuck is his issue?

I drank a bit of the coffee but i felt a bit sick so i left it by the counter. What was the time anyway?

11:36. Fuck, it's gonna take a while to get home. I found my shoes by the sofa we slept on but decided not to wear them. Instead i found some comfy looking socks that were probably Matthews and put them on.
He fucking deserved it anyway.

I got out of the house and was shook my how cold the air was. The sun was shining down but it still felt as though it was midnight. I folded my arms and began to realise how ridiculous i looked. I had a big ass t shirt on, sweatpants that i barely fit into, wet hair and socks. I had to walk home looking like a homeless man.
I decided to bite the bullet and call my dad, I'd make up some bullshit excuse as to how my face looked when he'd get here
The phone was ringing

"Hey dad, yeah it was good. I can't remember, i feel asleep pretty quickly in the car. Oh Matthew called you? Right. Yeah, could you pick me up? On Matthews street, numberrrr 23. Oh, urm he's fast asleep i don't want to wake him. Okay, i will, thanks love you too" 

He'd be here in about 10-15 minutes he said. I sat down on the step outside and got out my phone. It was 12 by now and he still wasn't here. In the mean time I thought about what happened between me and Matthew. Was the things i was feeling last night true? Did i want him there? Did i want to stay with him? Or was that me being shy? I was confused and sleepy so i decided that when i got home, the first stop would be my bed.

Just as i thought i was feeling better, i felt sick rising in my throat. I ran to the grass and vomited my guts out. It was mostly liquid but the taste stayed in my mouth. Bad idea to sip at that damn coffee.
Just as i was done, my dads car pulled up. He rolled the window down and called me over. After getting into the car, the conversation was okay, as i had covered the marks on my face with hair. He made some comments about my old man clothing but he saw a couple bruises on my arm. Which was inevitable given the circumstances

"What's that?" My dad pointed out

"What? Oh that? I fell out of the bed and took a knock, stupid of me really"

He laughed and i breathed again. God i wanted to get home.

Ten minutes passed and i was finally in my room. I crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head and cried. I cried about everything. About the pain all over my body, about the banging in my head, the taste in my mouth and i cried about the deep shit that had gone down. My first party and i was....well, need i say?

I cried until i was too tired to do it anymore. All i hoped, was that tomorrow brought a better day.