Holy Shit, what happened to your face? " she exclaimed getting closer trying to get a better look and my bruised and bloody fave
Seriously? She's talking to me? Did what I say yesterday not hurt or mean nothing in the slightest?
"Nothing, just get away from me" I muttered pushing past her
"Look I can tell you don't like me, fuck knows why considering I've done absolutely nothing to you but you need to get that checked out or cleaned or something"
"It's not important okay? I have a job and I'd like to keep it, so I have to stay" I told her while continuing to walk
"At least clean yourself up for gods sake, you'll scare the old people shitless if you stay like that" she insisted
She was really starting to piss me off, I hate people fussing over me and knowing it was Demi annoyed me even more
Did I not make it clear I wasn't interested?
"Seriously just stop, unless you need help with gym equipment, quit talking to me" I told her coldly
"CHARLIE WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR PLAYING AT? TALKING TO GUESTS LIKE THAT?" a voice boomed behind me
I cringed when my brain registered that the voice belonged to the building manager aka my boss
"Uh erm sorry sir and sorry Demi" I apologised to both not meaning a word of it and facing the opposite way from him
That's Ms . Lovato to you, whom you should speak to with 100% respect at all times understand?" He barked at me
Jesus christ what a dick
"Yes sir" I agreed, glaring at Demi, I swear if I lose my job she's fucked and I swear you don't want to get me angry
"And look at me when I speak at me" he instructed, god it was like being at school all over again, regardless I took a deep breath and turned to face him
His eyes widened and his face went pale "Holy crap what the hell is wrong with your face" he gasped
Well that's a nice way to put it right?
"It's nothing" I lied
"Yeah clearly, go get cleaned up in the staff bathrooms and when you return treat ALL guests with respect" he ordered before turning round and walking out the gym slamming the door behind him
Can you tell the love we share? Yeah I obviously hate him, he's a dick. At least he's letting me go get cleaned up which gets me away from Demi I mean Ms . Lovato
I made my way to the bathrooms and locked the door behind me. I stood infront of the mirror admiring the damage my loving mother had done to me
It's not a surprise to be honest she's hated me since my dad died. Apparently it's my fault
Yeah sorry dad, it's my fault you had a heart attack while at work while I was no where near.
When in the bathrooms, i grabbed a cloth from the side of the sink and started to gently rub my face with it, trying to remove the blood without causing any more pain
When the blood was all off, I ran my fingers over my bruised eye, I groaned thinking about how I'm going to play it off this time
I pulled up my top checking my sides which had turned black with bruising, I slightly pressed down and hissed with the pain
No doubt they were broken
I nearly broke down crying thinking about how I'm going to have to go back home to her tonight but I kept it together
I took a few deep breaths before leaving the bathroom having to face Demi again
A/N more people commented last chapter so I updated sooner than I was gonna :D
I wrote most this chapter in Biology so if the spellings shit it's because I was trying to type fast and having dyslexia doesn't help tbh
Oh and I said this on my other book but if you don't like Demi lesbian fanfics don't read them, I don't appreciate people telling me to kill myself thanks :)
