Broken Home (m.g.c)

4| Blackout

  I had spent the rest of my weekend in my room, trying to recover from injuries before school that way no one would ever know what had happened. It was now Monday morning and that hadn't happened, my neck had a hand print bruised into it and no matter how much I iced my ribs they were bruised, likely fractured. Due to my ribs, I walked with a light limp but I knew that I couldn't go to the hospital to fix it, they would figure how it happened. I loved my brother, I wouldn't let him get in trouble for this, it wasn't his fault. He was sick.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed a white turtle neck top, and a pair of loose fitting jeans. I hadn't worn a turtle neck in forever and hoped that no one would notice. I could always just say that I was updating my wardrobe. I slipped on a pair of mixed socks, and tip toed across the hall, into the bathroom. I didn't have time to shower, so I put my hair into a messy ponytail and applied minimal mascara. I took off the bandage on my ribs and replaced it with a new one. I didn't bother applying make up to my neck because the shirt took care of it. I finished by brushing my teeth, and heading down stairs.

After our fights, I stayed away from Nathan for about a week to give him time to calm down. My presence made him angry, so I did us both a favour and stayed away. It gave me time to recover from my injuries, and him time to calm down.

I slipped on my sneakers and grabbed my bag. I tried my best to close the front door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Nathan up. He would most likely be calmed down by tonight, and I didn't want to ruin that. I know that I should tell someone but I know that they'll take me away. When he hurts me, it's not him, it's as if someone takes over his body. But I still get glimpses of my brother, nights when I'll come home and he's made me dinner with a note, or goes out and buys my favourite pizza even though he hates it, that's my brother, not the monster that hurts me. I would rather be here, where I can still have glimpses of my brother rather than away from him in some foster home. Whether I like it or not, he's my family.

I put in my headphones, blasting whatever random song came on. I had no energy to change the song, or for that fact, I had no energy to do anything. I felt empty, I felt like I was dream; nothing could hurt me anymore than I had been hurt.

Slightly lifting my head, I looked at the school and sighed. I had no energy to put in any effort, I was still going to try though. I honestly enjoyed being late, because the halls were empty and for a moment, everything was quiet. As I approached my class, my nerves spiked and normally I would've had an anxiety attack, but my body had completely given up on me. I opened the classroom door, thankfully Mr. Hanley , was seated at his desk and everyone was sitting in their groups for the history project.

ShyAnn, and Michael, were seated at his desk. They were whispering about something; something that clearly had nothing to do with the project. Trying to shut the classroom door as quietly as possible, but because I'm me, and I have bad luck, the door slams. Everyone's heads turn toward me, including Michael. I felt like crying, they all continued to stare at me, waiting for me to make a move. So, I did. I walked over to ShyAnn and Michael, grabbed a chair and sat down. As soon as my ass hit the chair, everyone went back to discussing school gossip instead of starting their projects.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked Michael, something that sounds like concern lacing his voice. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his smirk wasn't plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I'm great. I've never been better" I say, sarcasm lacing every part of my voice. An obviously fake smile spread across my face as I give him an overly dramatic thumbs up.

"But you were li-" ShyAnn starts before being interrupted by Michael.

"You're going to a party with me tonight" states Michael, not even caring that he had just interrupted ShyAnn. Nor did he care to ask me, he was telling  me that I was going.

"It's a Monday" I state, in a pathetic attempt to try and get myself as far away from this party as possible.

"No school tomorrow" replies Michael, that smirk of his plastered on his face.

"Fine," I reply, rolling my eyes, "but I have nothing to wear".

"Tiara can lend you something" Michael replies, his smirk still plastered on his face.

The rest of the class went on with us talking about tonight, even ShyAnn admitted that she would be going, and she wasn't much of a partier. We had talked about everything other than our project, and as much as I hated to admit it, I didn't mind at all. Before we knew it, our seventy-five minute class, was over and we were dismissed. As I walked down the hallway, I hung my head as usual. I however stopped, as soon as I heard Luke calling my name. Luke. Michael and I had agreed to forget about the other night, so there was no need for me to tell Luke; right?

"Hey, Grey" Luke says in a breathy voice, as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Hey," I reply with a chuckle, as Luke continues to breathe heavily after the thirty second jog it took to catch up to me.

"You're sitting with me at lunch again right?" Luke asks, in a slightly nervous but hopeful tone.

"I thought that, that was a daily thing" I reply, my sudden burst of confidence causing me to spit out that sentence.

"It's a date then".

It's a date then.

I had thought about those four words all morning, not only was I tired and injured, I was now stuck thinking about a boy. I had gotten nothing done, and there was only a few minutes until lunch now. I couldn't not think about it. I was growing anxious as the seconds went by, I would be sitting with the popular kids again and everyone would be looking at me again. Erika was out sick, which meant that I would be alone. What if someone gives me a hug? I'll cry, my ribs will literally break. What if I trip and fall and everyone laughs? What if I have to sit next to Michael and Rani?

The bell rang snapping me out of my thoughts, I quickly grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the school. I couldn't be around people now. The smoking pad was usually empty at lunch, so that's where I went. I sat my self down on the large piece of cement, I tried to distract myself by counting the cigarette buts, but it was too late. My breathing was so heavy, that I started wheezing. My body was shaking worse than it ever had. Tears started pouring out of my eyes, thus causing my breathing to become worse.

"Grey?" Says an unfamiliar voice.

I look up to see Calum, which didn't help my situation. Calum would likely tell someone, he would likely tell Luke. I didn't want Luke to know how fucked up I was, he wouldn't want me anymore.

I could start to feel myself slip out of consciousness, and then I would force myself back into reality. All the while Calum is trying to find his phone in his bag.

"I'm calling Luke" Calum says, starting to type in the digits.

"No" I croak out, in between wheezes, "Michael".

It was too late, I felt myself leave consciousness one last time. I couldn't pull myself back this time, I was gone. Everything went black.

///////// Author's Note \\\\\\\\\\\

So it's been pointed out many times that in the description it says that she loses her father in the car crash, not her mother. That was intentional, her mother died of something else.

Sorry for the short chapter, I plan to make the next chapter extra long to make up for this one.

I hope you all are enjoying this book so far, be sure to vote and comment your predictions and feelings throughout the chapter. If I start getting enough comments per chapter, I'll share the best ones on the next chapter in the Author's Note.

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