~Chapter 3~

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Diggy leaves me in the classroom alone. I start crying. I thought he loved me, I can’t believe he would do this to me. I try to get up but I feel like I am going to faint. I limp to the bathroom hoping no one sees me. I wash the blood off my face and pull my makeup bag out. I cover the bruises up as best as I can. I lift my shirt up and almost scream. I have marks all over my stomach and kick marks on the side of my stomach.  I stare at my reflection on the mirror. I clean up everything and put my makeup bag in my backpack. I limp to my car and drive home.  I go to my room and strip down. I take a hot shower and try my best to clean myself without flinching. I reapply my makeup so my mom won’t ask me questions.  I put on my UCLA sweatshirt and black sweatpants. I go to sleep hoping when I wake up that the bruises are gone.

Brandon P.O.V

My mom and I just moved here to Los Angeles, California. My dad died in a drive-by so my mom wanted to move and start a new life. I loved my dad. He would talk to me about girls and man stuff. So, I am going to Henderson High School. I’m kind of an outcast.

Mom: Brandon I hope you like this new house. I’m sorry you had to move away from your friends.

Me: It’s ok. I know how hard it was for you to stay and be reminded about Dad.

Mom: (smiles) thanks for understanding!

Me: You’re welcome. I’m gonna take a walk around and get to know this neighborhood.

Mom:  Ok! Try to be back before the streetlights come on.

Me: Ok

~End of Convo~

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