Change My Life

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POV - Amelia

The vibrating of my phone wakes me up from my much needed sleep after being a literal punching bag for Sarah before.

As I sit up, the memories of Travis bringing me home starts to come back and I let out a groan, dropping my head into my hands.

I must've looked so weak.

I stretch my arms to my bedside table, reaching for my phone and wince in pain as I forgot how bad I got injured. It's not as bad as before, it just feels really tight like a constant stomach ache.

On my lockscreen it said I got a message from an unknown number.

Unknown:
Carter, when you're up text me and I'll come over. I said I was going to explain everything to you but you were badly injured so I figured you should get some rest first. So hmu when you wake up and I'll come over.

What the hell. Did I make a mistake letting him know where I live??

I don't know if I should talk to him, what if I'm just falling into his trap?

All these boundaries I built up just for one guy to knock them down so easily.

Smh

I sit on my bed staring at the text message playing every scene that could happen, in my head if I let him come over to 'explain everything' what even is there to explain?

Oh the heck with it, I've already slept for the night and I don't have anything to do right now.

I unlock my screen and message him back.

Me:
I'm up. Thanks again Travis.

With a sigh, I get up to wash my face and brush my teeth as it probably smells as bad as my second day hair. That reminds me, I need to wash my hair. It's so greasy that I could probably use it as cooking oil.
TMI. Sorry.

Walking to my bathroom, my eyes widen as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I lean forward into the mirror and my hand goes up to my right cheek. There's a faint but evident red hand print across my face. My fingers press lightly into my skin, trying to apply some pressure to see how much it hurts. It's not too bad, at least some makeup can cover the redness.

Grabbing my hairbrush, I brush my tangles out so it'll make the process of washing my long hair not turn into a battlefield in the shower.

I then attempt to take off my uniform without putting myself in excruciating pain. My face scrunches up as I grimace in the unpleasant sensation against my rib cage that I'm surprised is still intact, and finally lifting Travis' hoodie over my head.

I take off the rest of my clothes and step into my shower.

The hot water hitting my skin feels so good, it definitely numbs the pain and relaxes me.
I sigh in content and continue to wash my grot as hair with my vanilla scented shampoo.
After brushing my teeth and cleansing my face I step out of the shower.

I put on a navy hoodie. Although as tempting as wearing Travis' hoodie is, I have to give it back. And then I slip on a pair of grey sweats.

The shower really made me feel better and not so shitty after being beat up. I dry my hair and go back into my room.

A knock on the door makes me jump as I'm about to reach for my phone to check the time.
It's probably Travis. He got here so fast.

I walk over to open the door.