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8 | KISSES

"We all have stories we'll never tell."

[8]

THERE WAS A point in my life where I thought everything happened for a reason. Like my parents dying, the abuse, David ditching me to be as abusive as them. But then I woke up from that little fairy tale. Maybe some things do happen for a reason, just not my life.

I can't go to school. My lip is dripping with blood and it's all swollen. Wow. Let's see what excuse I can make this time...

I can't find one because I've already used them all. I can't cover my lips up with concealer and foundation, although, it wouldn't be a bad idea to invest in some lipstick. Red. That could work.

For now, I'll have to skip a couple of days so then I can sneak out to Lily and Nolan's party. I haven't officially met Nolan. According to Lily, he's a massive douche but I wouldn't put that up to him as they are siblings. Twins even.

I sigh and gently pat at the swollen, bleeding lip with an iced flannel. The shock of pain every so often from my ankle would slither its way up my body. I hate being broken. I hate a lot of things actually.

I hate my body. My family. Lying. Not being able to have friends. Who am I kidding? I hate my life. But there is one thing, or - more importantly - a person who I no longer hate. I don't know how I feel about him.

Adam.

His name still feels foreign on my tongue. Adam. I don't like him though, that's for sure. I still don't understand why for the past two weeks he's been calling me that word.

Prezioso.

I'm not precious to anyone. Especially him. I can't trust him yet. He sleeps around with countless of girls who have fallen under his perfect charm. Well, that's what everyone else says anyway.

I quickly dry my hands with a towel and step out of the bathroom and head towards my room. I feel a deathly silence follows me around like a cloud.

Quietly, I open my bedroom door and slip inside. They won't know I wasn't at school. David's away at a camp for his soccer team or something like that. I don't keep tabs on where David is going unless I'm there with him. He's someone dark.

Black is something I always take the joy out of. My favourite colour. I see black a lot. The colour helps me sleep when I get knocked out or when I get dressed. It's always a constant thought on my mind. Everything I think about is black.

But sometimes I hate it, because, sometimes it's a little too much. Black. Black. Black. I wish I have a little more white in my life.

I snuggled further into my covers. I seem to smile more lately. I almost forget about my life when I'm around Lily. She's like a candle that flickers in and out. I need some light and at the moment, she's my only source.

Just when I think sleep is going to take me, I hear a thud on my window. I bolt straight up from my sleeping position, my breaths quick from fright. Cautiously, I creep towards my window. Headlights of a car are on out near my driveway. I look a little closer to realise that someone is leaning against it.

Adam.

What is he doing here? If Gary or Kelly wake up to see a car out the front with basically my name printed on it, I'm so dead.

Adam waves his hand at me to get out. I can't, my lip, it's too noticeable. The bruise on my forehead. The bruises. I shake my head.

I sense the frown that falls on Adams' face. Suddenly I hear a ding on my phone. I walk over to my dresser and read the message.