Bruises

4: brownies

After an hour of complete boredom, I headed home from detention. I walked to the slick Malibu colored a deep red with a hop in my step. I sunk into the car. My hand traced over the smooth black leather seat as I placed myself into the car. I shut the door and started the ignition. I checked my phone before I began driving. I had a short text from Lyric.

Come to my house after school.

I pondered about all of the possibilities of why she wanted me to come over in my head. My bag slid back and forth in the passenger seat as I pulled out of the school parking lot and began the ten minute or so drive to my neighborhood. Lyric lived two houses down from my father and I. She was in her early twenties and would watch over me when my dad was having a bad day. Or at the least, worse than others.

I peeked into a window of my house from the car as I was slowing down my speed. I hummed quietly as I pulled up in Lyric's driveway. Her garage door was open, her car parked inside. I kicked open the door and grabbed my stuff before I rushed inside and locked the car. Flowers lined her tall house. The structure was plain brown, the roof a darker shade of cocoa.

Lyric pulled me inside before I could let myself in. I squealed at her movements. She pulled off my bag and flung it to the ground. There were only a couple of binders and my French book zipped up in the animal print bag. I sighed as she pulled me into the kitchen.

"Why are you late?" she questioned. Her brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. The tip of her mane rested just below chin level. Her hazel eyes bore into mine.

"Detention," I groaned.

"Walters?" she asked. She went to the large high school before me. I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Been there, done that," she grumbled. Brownies were cooling on the counter. The kitchen was modern and messy. Pans hung from the ceiling and pictures hung on the walls of her family and friends. There were pictures of her playing softball framed too.

"Why am I here?" I demanded. I had no problem with being here, just simply curious as to what the story was this time.

"Your dad," she started. "I checked up on him, and he was doing worse than usual. I tried talking to him but he flipped out on me. There was a mess all over the place; beer cans were crumpled up on the ground. I'm sorry, but I couldn't a do a thing," she sighed. Lyric knew everything about what had happened when I was only a little girl, the accident that crushed my father and I's life. The tragedy that made his emotions and confusion tear himself apart and throw me in the recesses of my mind; it was simply what had created another side of him.

"It's alright," I whisper, grabbing a warm brownie. I took a bite into the chocolate dessert and hummed in satisfaction. Lyric also grabbed one and tore it apart. The brownie was fluffy and warm; the delicacy melted in my mouth. The chocolate chips buried inside of the core of the sugary food were melting as I took apart and devoured it. "Those are good," I said as I took my phone and my back pack with me.

"Thank you! Now go do your homework juvenile delinquent," she shouted with a smirk. I giggled and didn't retort back.

I sat upon the guest room bed in Lyric's house. She had gone to check up on my father before I left her and went back to my own house. She said that he really needed sometime to cool down before I went back tonight. She had gone to see whether that time was actually up or not.

My stomach ached slightly as I turned on my phone and scrolled through my Twitter feed. Night dawned upon the earth outside. Just as I was about going to shut off my phone, it buzzed violently as I received a text. Ayden.

Hey Smith

I giggled and texted him back quickly.

Hey Jones

He responded as soon as the message delivered.

What's up pretty girl?

I shivered at the name.

Nothing much, waiting to go home. HBU?

Wait, where are you? Detention really that long?

I bit my lip as I responded, trying not to let loose any information about my father.

No! I'm at my friend's house. I'm about to go home

Good enough, I thought. I saw Lyric as a friend besides the point.

Ohh. Hey so I was wondering.. there's a party at Zeke's on Saturday. You should go with me, Smith

I stared at his text for a good long while. My thumbs slowly tapped across keyboard that stared at me.

Of course, Jones

I turned off my phone and rested my head in my hands. I sighed as I took in reality not so happily under my arms; I may have just gotten myself into a mess.

A/N:

Ooh party time! I'm actually really excited to write that scene :)

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Haha sorry I had to get that out of my system... oh and today was Flashback Friday at my school so I was rocking the '80s loooook! :)

Anyway so I am not sure whether or not I will update Take Flight.

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