Broken

Chapter 4

His large hands barrels towards my face leaving a loud cracking sound in its tracks. My head falls in silence and I reach my hand up to my aching cheek, I look the monster in the eyes and all I see if hatred in them. He yanks his finger out and points it at me, "You better be ready in 10 minutes," He says with a firm, deep voice. Then he stomps out of my room.

I walk slowly to my bathroom and look at the large, red handprint left on my skin. I rub cold water on it softly, to try to make the redness leave, but it didn't help much. I reach for my makeup and rub over the mark, making it less noticeable, when I finished I grabbed my phone and asked Niall to pick me up at the mall. I lift my window up and hopped onto the trash can, just under my window, and walked to the mall.

"Hey, whats going on?" Niall asks when I get into his car. I shake my head, "Just drive." He nods and puts his car in drive and speeds off. After probably 10 minutes of driving he asks, "Are you gonna tell me why you asked me to pick you up at 6:00 and just tell me to drive, without a destination?"

"My mom, she got a new boyfriend named David Klawz. He looked like a pretty nice guy until I turned down my moms idea of going out to eat. He slammed his fists against my door and stupidly I said come in, he walked up to me and slapped me with all of his force. And that's where I got this," I say pointing to my cheek that is barely covered by makeup now. Niall reaches his hand over to mine and grabs it, "Sounds like a douche! Are you okay?" His voice cracks. I nod and squeeze his large hand, that almost covers my hand entirely.

My phone starts buzzing and I look down to see my moms name pop up, I press ignore and make my phone go to sleep.

"Lately, I've been, I've been loosing sleep," One Republic blasts through the radio speakers. "Dreaming about the things that we could be, and baby I've been, I've been praying hard. Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars." I decide to sing-a-long.

"Lovely," Niall smiles.

Eventually he starts driving back to my house, that's when my phone started getting text after text from my mom asking where I was, I needed to be home as soon as possible, to call her, why didn't I tell her where I'd be. I text her back:

*With Niall. Driving home.*

When I got inside my house my mom hugged me very tightly. I had to push her off of me, "Thank you, Niall for taking me for the drive." I say kissing him on the cheek. He left.

"Oh my god!" My mom says pointing directly to my cheek. "What happened to your cheek? Who did that to you! Niall?" I shake my head and look over her shoulder, to see David staring back at me with a death glare, shaking his head side to side. "I, well, um it's nothing. I'm fine," I reply rubbing my still tender skin.

I woke up at 7:30am to start getting ready for school that starts at 8:45am, my mom flashing my light switch up an down yelling, "Up, up, up! Time to get ready for your first day of high school, sweetheart!" I crawl out of bed and hop into the shower. The scorching water traces the outline of my spine, leaving steam to fly up to my air vent. I hear a knock at my door, "Hurry up in there, it's 8:10am." I rush out of the shower and put the outfit that I had on yesterday and do my hair as fast as I could.

"Good morning freshmen!" Mrs. Rews, my first period teacher, howls. "I hope your day has been full of memories so far!" I look over to Anna and she gestures her right index finger and circles it by her right ear.

By the time third period was over, I was ready for some food. I walk arm in arm with Anna to the cafeteria, when we got to the lunch line a body slams against me pushing to the wall, making me out of breathe, "What the hell!" I scream at the person who slammed me into the wall. "I- I'm sorry," A soft voice speaks, getting off of me. "Ryan Jordan, the quarterback, threw me across the room and- and I slammed into you. I am so very sorry." I look at the person the soft voice belongs to and it's a guy with big, nerdy glasses, a white t-shirt, and black skinny jeans.

"What is your name?" I ask him. He shifts his glasses and looks me in the eye, "Lucas. Lucas Horan."