Mr. Brent Rivera

*7*

Setting: Brent's house, and school

Characters: Bailey, Brent, Matt and Mr. and Mrs. Crawley

Well every thing didn't go as I planned. Not that I ever plan ahead but HEY who does. Anyway Brent did scream, only in some occasions when I was cleaning his cuts. The other times he just cover his face or just pained stared at me.

"Ok Brent I'm done." I started to clean up all the trash and extra clean supply we didn't use. He didn't respond with a 'thank you Bailey how nice of you' instead he kept quit. "Do you want any help with your homework?"

"No, I'm not going to do it." He spoke relaxed.

"Well I'm going to help you anyway. I'm going to get my books from the car." Before he would answer I walked to my car. I jumped pass the glass that was on my way and trash, I'm no OCD but gosh! I just need to clean this up, it's driving me nuts having to smell and jump over this mess. I can't be to nice after all he gave me a black eye, when I did nothing to him.

Times like this I doing like that I can't stop being nice, here I am cleaning Brent's cuts in his musty and crusty house. It's like I'm thanking him for punching me. Which I don't. It hard to be mad at him, something pushed me into coming to his house in the first place, I just cants explain that feeling.

Before going back to his room I grabbed a near by shirt that was laying on the floor and swept the glass out the way to the side. I dusted my self of before entering the room.

Brent sat on the bed with my phone in his hand, he looked deep in thought. Once he heard the door close he looked at me with those eyes. The ones that he looked at me when he punched me outside of school, the same my parents looked at me with when they were ready to hit me.

I gripped my books tighter and stayed, my hand was still holding the door knob. He still hadn't done anything but I started to cry, I know what's coming next.

"Why?" He whispered low looking once again at the floor. This was a hard question to answer, first, why what?

"What....are you talking about?" My hands shaking and still holding tight onto my books and the door knob.

The next minutes he screamed at my face cursing how much he hated and asked why. I just closed my eyes and cried harder. The only way he hurt me was all the words he kept say and him pushing me further against the door.

"Brent?....I-I don't....know what...you....talking about." I tried to calm him down by dropping my books down and placing my hands on his shoulders.

"YOU LIKE MATTHEW!" He screamed throwing his hands and sat on the bed. "I really thought after today you would love me....but I was wrong...you like that b- of Matthew."

Love him after today? After he punched me, broke my phone, go me in trouble, pushed me, cursed at me, I don't think I could love him. He screamed and cursed at me when I was cleaning him up, that was not bonding time for him to think I would love him.

"Is Matthew Matt?"

"Why did you give him your number? Do you like him?" Well that answered my question.

Matt, he wasn't ugly and I could totally date him if he asked me about and if I came to this school to date the popular guy, and I didn't I came to learn and meet new people. To forget about my pass and make new memories, which these new memories are painful and if this is how my future is going to be, people abusing me then I don't think there is a point in living.

"No, he-I gave him my number because I-he....." Clearly you can tell I'm such a bad lier.

"Just grab your sh- and get out." Wow it's hard to block the bad words when he says them like its a common thing to do.

I grabbed my books from the floor and my purse from his night stand. He still held my phone and I reached for it and thankfully he just gave it to me.

Brent just doesn't know about me, and there is no way I'm stay at this place not even in my old school people treat my like this. Everyone who went to that school had rich parents and no one treated me different because I was adopted. I thought that would be the same if I moved to a public school. But I can't ever be right.

I walked to my car and threw my things in the passenger set. I read the text that made Brent flip over.

Hey Bailey, it Matt! Wanna hang out later today?

I responded the message before heading back home.

Hi, sorry can't!

~

When I got home my......parents? Where watching the sport channel peacefully in the living room.

"Hey Bailey." Mrs.Crawley smiled happily
"Hello Bailey, how was school." Mr.Crawly spoke still in his suit and tie.

"Hi, it was ok. Can I go to my room? I have homework to finish, and I see you have a golf game to see." I tried to be polite as possible. I wasn't raised to be polite, in fact all I learn was everything that had to do with school. I didn't have any friends except for nick and we both were home schooled.

~

Today was Friday and I felt like sleeping all day, I couldn't decide what to wear. Green? Blue? Pink? Purple? Red? So much colors. After five minutes of just plain staring at my closet I grabbed my clothes. I purple tank top with a white flower on the side, white shorts with my purple and blue high-tops. For my hair I pulled it in a wet (don't have the time to blow dry my hair) high pony tail with my bangs to the side.

I greeted Mrs.Crawley and ate my breakfast. She drove in silence to the school. I walked slowly to my locker to grab what was need to for the next class.

"Bailey!" Who ever said that made me drop my books and scream. "I'm sorry" ugh, Matt.

I did respond I just picked my books up, and him trying to get my attention helped me as well. "How you like to come to my game today?...after school?" I spotted Brent looking at be from down the hall way.

"Yes, what time?" I had decide I was not going to let Brent hurt me any more and all this would just go down the drain after a few more weeks. Right now I should just stick with Matt.

"Well......" Matt explained EVERYTHING about his basketball game. He'd agree to pick me up early because he had practice and blah blah blah, this and that.

Class started and Brent was still watching me, that creeper didn't go to class at all he just kept staring at me, which didn't help me concentrate at all. When the bell finally rung he was gone. I walked to my next class but before I could make it any further someone (who I bet a million dollar was Brent) pulled me into a closet.

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