The Girl Who Says She's OK

Chapter 2- Wrong Buses and Wrong Numbers

I began to walk towards the bus stop after school, hoping to avoid any gazes. The bus stop was only in front of the school but to get there I had to walk through the busy carpark. Students hung around each other's cars talking, laughing, kissing, a lot of kissing. I didn't understand why people had to spend the last few minutes at school with their tongues in each other's mouths; they were going to see each other the next day.
It was painful to watch. I kept my eyes down at my feet only lifting them to see if I was going to run into something.
Though my efforts were wasted because despite my effort to not run into anything or anyone, someone walked out and I ran straight into them. I fell down, face first onto the concrete road. My nose scraped against the road and my head hit the ground, hard.
I began to put my hands beneath me so I could lift myself up when someone spoke, panicked.
"Are you okay." A hand came into my vision. I considered the consequences of taking it; I would have to thank them meaning wasting more time and then they would offer to take me back to my house by their car, unless of course it was one of those people. Deciding against all the drawbacks of taking the hand and attempted to pick myself up. I fell back down several times but eventually I got on my feet and as soon as I did I was walking.
"Hey, I'm sorry," the person called. The voice held a small bit of familiarity but I didn't bother turning around. I heard loud footsteps coming closer but continued my fast walking pace towards the bus stop. I felt someone brush against my shoulders and then match my pace, their shoulder constantly brushing mine. I turned slightly to the side and saw the bright blue green of Kieran Isaacson.
"Seriously are you okay?" he asked. He sounded concerned but I wasn't going to fall for it. "You have a bloody nose and a bruise forming on your forehead." I gave myself away by reaching up to touch my nose. It came back wet with blood.
"I'm fine," I said quietly. I stopped and looked at Kieran hoping my eyes weren't watering to give me away. He rested a hand on my shoulder casually.
"Please, just let me drive you home," he begged. "It would help me sleep at night." I rolled my eyes. That's just what people say.
"I'm seriously fine," I said even adding a small smile to the act. He sighed.
"Well give me your number so I can call and see if you're okay later." He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I hesitated. Was this just some trick so he would have my number to prank call later. He held the pen out to me. I cautiously took it and scribbled down a phone number.

206 - 515 - 8691

He looked down at the number and smiled before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a ripped off piece of paper. He pulled a piece of gum out of his pocket and stuck the other piece of paper on the phone number one. He looked up at me and smiled then turned the paper around. It was the piece of paper I wrote my name on. I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth raising just slightly.
"Now can I go?" I asked. Kieran smiled and nodded. I ran off in the other direction, I could see my bus driving towards the bus stop.

"Shit," I mumbled. I was too far away and too unfit to make it. I stopped and hit my leg. If only I had kept walking I would've made it. I heard someone yell out and could be sure it was Kieran but I shrugged my backpack higher onto my back and kept walking. It would be a long trip home.

When I finally did make it home it was nearing 5 'clock. On the way home many concern glance came towards me. I tried to ignore them but I was concerned that I looked like a freak.
I unlocked that door quickly and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. If there was anyone I didn't want to have to explain my face to, it was my parents. Hell they'd probably add to the bruises and blood.
I threw my bag onto my bed and walked over to the small cracked mirror that was leaning against the wall. No wonder people had been staring. My nose was bruised and bleeding and I had a large bruise on my forehead. It was going to take a lot of makeup to cover up. I wiped the blood away from my nose, the blood had stopped flowing and just needed to be washed away. Then I grabbed the crappy concealer stick I owned and covered the bruises. I was used to having to erase injuries so this was just minor work. It wasn't the best job I'd ever done but at least I looked slightly normal.
I moved away from the mirror and collapsed on my bed. That was only the first day of school. There was still the rest of the year to suffer.
I sighed and reached into my bag for my laptop.
My laptop was more of a friend to me than anyone else. It held my secrets and my desires. But it also contained homework. I opened up my emails and quickly skimmed over them, checking to see if there was anything important.
"Lydia," my mom called. I groaned and slid my laptop off my lap so I could go see whatever it was she wanted.
I didn't hate my mother but she was dependent and when she didn't get what she wanted, things would get messy. Though, she was better than my father.
The thing with my mother was that she needed a lot of help. Her family shunned her as a child because she had autism and ADHD so she turned to alcohol so she would get attention. She became an alcoholic by the time she was 15 and her parents didn't send her to rehab or anything.
When she met my dad, he noticed her and treated her unlike anyone had. She thought he loved her and he had a lot of money so she fell for his tricks and got pregnant. Not wanting to be seen badly in the eyes of his employers and the people around him, he took us both in and we've been there ever since.
My mother tried numerous times to send herself to rehab and all types of different therapy places but nothing ever worked. I knew that she did it for me but when I turned 11 she stopped trying and since then she'd picked up my father's violent ways. She drank her life away and doesn't care. She drank my life away. But I never blamed her. Sometimes I wanted to but I knew it wasn't her fault.

I ran down the stairs and towards mom's bedroom. She was laying down on her bed surrounded by empty bottles. I tried not to cringe at the smell.
Mom smiled at me. "My darling," she greeted. "Would you be a dear and get me a refill?" I sighed and turned out the door. That was all she ever wanted me for. She didn't want to talk to me ever or spend quality time with me. I had to figure out how to survive my own period when it eventually came. It was hell.
I went to the fridge where she kept all of her drinks and pulled out one of the cartons. She went through at least two cartons a day. I carried it back to her room and placed it on her bed not waiting for a thank you. I turned on my heels and walked back out to the kitchen. We probably didn't have anything to eat, as per usual, but I was used to that. I usually only ate when I really needed it. Never snacking and if I didn't need a meal, it wasn't eaten.
I pulled all of the ingredients I would need out of the fridge. I rarely cooked for myself but if I didn't have my father's meal prepared by the time he got home...I didn't want to get into that.
I heard the front door lock click as I was laying out the meal. It was a type of spaghetti and a sauce that I had never tried. My dad ate mostly anything so I wasn't too worried that he wouldn't like it.
I quickly finished serving it up and ran back up the stairs before he could see me. If there was anyone worse than my mother, it was my father.

I changed into a pair of pants and a singlet before collapsing into bed. Before I fell asleep, Kieran's face flashed in my mind. I hope he wasn't too annoyed that I gave him the wrong number.

|||||AUTHORS NOTE|||||

Okay so I am sorry if this is a boring beginning but I am trying to make it more interesting. This is basically just the beginning stages and sort of getting to know the story and the character's pasts and blah. 

Hope you sort of liked. 

Sorry for bad grammar and bad writing :) :(    

[I couldn't decide if it should be a happy face or a sad face]