Too Young

Too Young Chapter 7

Too Young

Chapter 7

Matthew:
     I started to feel sick shortly after lunch. I didn't know how I was going to go home and face Carolyn. If she figured out that I was sick she would audomatically think that I ate more lunch than what I took. She knew that Hannah had brought food for me more than once. And every time that Carolyn found out I got punished. I didn't know what to do. I just knew that I had to get through the rest of the day.
     When I got into 9th period I noticed Amy Gerhartz. She was staring at me. But I decided not to say anything. What was the point. But I thought she was so pretty. But then a thought came to me. She wouldn't like me, anyway. No one ever had. And especially now. Not with everything going on with me.
     I heard someone calling my name. It was Amy. "Are you alright? You look really pail."
     I thought it was really sweet of Amy to care so much. "I'm fine. Really. Thanks for asking, though."
     "Well, if you don't feel any better tomorrow maybe you shouldn't come to school."
     If Amy only knew then that I would rather be at school, even if I was throwing up. But I knew that I had to say something to her. "Thanks. But I'll be okay."
     After class ended I met Hannah so we could walk home. As soon as she saw me she looked worried. "Are you alright?"
     "Yeah. I just need to get home."
     She grabbed my arm. When I asked her what she was doing she said we were taking the bus home. She hated taking the bus. I couldn't argue about me, but she could still walk home. "Fine. But you can still walk home."
     "No, that's okay. It's not a big deal. Let's just hurry so we don't miss the bus."
     When I got home I knew that I was in trouble. "Matthew, get in the bathroom right now."
     I knew what was coming. "Okay." I was always afraid that her abuse would leave marks of some sort. I didn'g know what would happen if that were to happen.
     "Strip. And fill the tub with hot water."
     I froze, that is until she hit me. "Do it, you. bastard. That is what you are. A bastard child. You should have died with your mother, you know that?"
     At times like that I wished that I had died along with my mother. But I knew I had to make the best of my life. "I know. You tell me that all the time. I'm sorry."
     "Just do what I tell you to do. Maybe I'll take care of you tonight and tomorrow if you're sick, baby."
     That was the last thing that I wanted from that woman. But what could I do? I had no choice but to do what she said. So after I filled the tub with hot water I got in.  She made me lie there in the scolding hot water for 10 minutes. When I got out I went into my bedroom and broke down. I cried for an hour.