Forever ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Four:

                  Chapter Four:

   When i got on the bus and looked around i realized there was no more seats left. One of my nightmares was coming true. I panicked but instead of showing it, i put on my best poker face. As i continued to walk i saw that Jonathon had taken my seat. I sighed before sitting down. The bus then started to slowly move forward and before I could lay my bag down, Jonathon began to ask me questions. Questions I didn't want to answer..

    "How are you? Did he hurt you yesterday when you arrived home? Did you tell anyone about him?"

    "I'm fine," I mumbled, ignoring the rest of his questions.

   "Yeah, if fine means looking like you just got ran over by a train....now answer my questions," He responded.

   "Fine, I'll answer your questions if you answer mine.." I said, while turning around to face him.

    "uhm ok.."

    "Why do you care? Like you could have just left me alone in the woods, but you didn't! You stayed and you actually seemed interested in what I had to say...Why? and why do I trust you?" I said, mumbling the last bit as It was more a question for me than him.

   "I-I don't know...I guess maybe because you looked so scared, and you looked like you needed someone to comfort you...a-and...never mind," He said while scratching the back of his head. I knew he had another reason, but I didn't question him anymore and instead I began to answer his questions.

   "...He did hurt me yesterday when I arrived home, but it wasn't what I expected. Normally he doesn't stop until I literally cant function anymore. This time He only cut me three times! And I know I should be grateful that I got off the hook easily this time, but I cant help thinking that he wasn't done. Maybe he felt rushed because mom was coming home in a couple hours... I don't know I'm just really scared to be alone with him now...and no, I didn't tell anyone about him. Why would I? Its not like they would believe me. Don't you see on the T.V when the kids are telling their parents about what's happening to them and the parents not believing them? I think that's what is messed up with parents nowadays, they tell us to trust them, to confide in them, but as soon as you tell them, they go crazy. They never believe their own children, so what makes you think my mom would believe me?" I whispered before quickly getting up and rushing out of the bus. I didn't want to stay with him anymore, I was afraid I was going to end up telling him everything. After my dad's death, I would avoid anything that had something to do with him, in hopes that I would heal faster. It actually worked, and I can think of my dad now but not without breaking down. If I were to tell Jonathon about him, everything I worked for would just tumble down and leave me back at the start, with an unhealed heart.

    I ran to the restroom and went into a stall, I sat down on the toilet and began to clutch at my heart. Why does it hurt so much? I rested my head against the stalls door and just froze. I knew that if I stayed here and didn't attend class, I would be suspended, so I forced myself to wipe away some of the tears that escaped and put on more makeup. I couldn't go a day without wearing makeup but not because people would see all my cuts and scars but because while I was wearing makeup, I felt like everything is covered. My terrible life, my days spent crying, my beatings, my loneliness, all covered with a swipe of makeup. After I finished, I got up and left. I walked into class and sat at my usual spot, All the way at the back. It was the best seat because no one paid attention to what you did, and the teacher never called on you. The only time it was a terrible seat was when the teacher made you get into groups. Of course no one ever wanted to be with me but I didn't care, I didn't want to be with them anyways.