Best Friends Forever right?

Chapter 2: Heartache

The sun shone through the dirty windows into the cramped kitchen. You would call it silent if it wasn't for my whistling mom, who was trying, unsuccessfully to keep us in a good mood.

"Mom, you can't pretend like nothing happened." I say. Speak of the devil,
As if on cue the tall, red head entered the room.

"Good morning!" He smiled.

"Good morning." I mumbled.

"Good morning love!" My mum said with a little too much enthusiasm. "How did you sleep?"

"Badly, I can't even remember what happened last night." As always. "Cat, would you mind giving me the aspirin please?"
He asked, pointing to the bottle on the shelf. Cat is not my mother's name. My mum's name is Catherine and Cat is probably the worst nickname for my mum. Not just that she is a dog person but she is also allergic to cats. But I could bet a pound on that he doesn't know that. My mum gives him a glass of water and the aspirin. She smiles but her eyes don't. It hurts me to see her like this, broken but desperate. If it weren't for Mr. Drunk we would be homeless and with no money. When my dad died our income became less than small and my mum tried to get a stable job. One day she met him at Starbucks and he told her that his company was looking for new employees. They went on some dates and fell in "love". He hired her and God knows what they are actually doing when they are "working". My stomach turned. I walked from the kitchen when I heard the bell ring. "Finally!"

I opened the front door just too see the very tired but happy face of my one and only best friend. His eyes went from my head to my feet and up again. "You look awful."

Last time I checked was I was a living punching bag, so I guess I looked pretty bad. "Well morning to you too, I have to get to your place before school because I think I left my biology book there." I said, I didn't mention that I was going to borrow his mother's make up to cover up my bruises and cuts. I don't want people in school figure it out now would I? Harry nodded, completely understanding what I meant. The reason why I don't do it at home is because I want my mum's boyfriend to remember, though he never does. I do wonder how though? How is it possible for a person to do such terrible things and not even remember them?

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After we've stopped at Harry's and I tried my best to hide the most of the visible bruises, we set off towards school. Harry kept talking and I pretended to listen, when a name came up.

"Britney? What's up with her?"

"Sarah, have you been listening at all? You have to stop doing that! As I was saying, she just keeps on asking me to go to the Halloween ball with her and it's getting really annoying, and to end my suffering I said yes-"

"-YOU SAID YES?!" Last year we made a promise that we would go to the next Halloween ball together. It sucks to be the only one who remembers things. "Well yeah, I didn't thought you would mind though." His confused face told me he didn't know what he'd done. We walked silence until we arrived at school. "You know what Harry? It's fine, I overreacted and say hi to her from me would you? See ya!" I strode away before he could say something more. And I didn't need to turn around to see his confused face once more.

Our school is like everyone else's school. We have jocks, preps, nerds, emos, and me who constantly doesn't know where I belong to. We also have divided it in two sides, the popular ones and the non-popular ones. I was in the non-popular one, the side who the "popular" called the non-existing one. Because what started out as an ignoring look turned out to be an invisible wall. Harry of course with his smile, personality, rich parents and amazingly gorgeous curly hair was a natural popular guy. While I, his best friend often just tagged along. If you asked someone "popular" he or she wouldn't even recognise my name. I walked through the double doors and began to walk up the stairs to the fifth floor, hoping that no one was making out on my locker again. Luckily, not today. The corridor was half full and I grabbed my stuff from my locker with ease and began to walk to class. While still thinking about the fact that Harry is going with Britney, the school's b*tch to be exact. Not only did he choose the worst person on the school, he also had to rub it on my face that he ditched me for somebody else! Again! This happened last year too, and he promised he would take me next year and he swore he would remember it. Uuughh....

Stuck in my thoughts I walked right into a black sweat shirt.

*Oh my god! I'm so sor-* No more could I say when I saw his face.

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