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I didn't go to school the whole week. I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore than I already did by ruining the party, since my little self had to go to the basement. I avoided social media, I avoided Lara, Grayson, Cogan, and even Ethan. They kept telling me people didn't know what happened, they said they thought I passed out from drinking too much.
My mom and dad were terrified. They would not let me go anywhere anymore, especially considering I lied to them about spending the night at Lara's. They were treating me like a baby now, checking my room every hour.
Something pulled me out of my thoughts. I heard three simple knocks on my door, and a soft little voice.
"Honey, can I come in." I sat up and pulled the blanket up over my shoulders. She opened the door and stepped in. She just stood there, looking worried.
"What are you doing?" I laughed and fake smiled.
But then, Ethan turned the corner and into my room he came. My muscles tense up and my mom leaves the room, closing the door behind her. He came close, and I backed up to the corner of my bed. Hugging my pillow that was beside me.
"Oh my God..." he stopped walking and put his hand to his mouth.
Ethan's pov
I looked at her scared eyes, searching for any other emotion. I turned around, I couldn't stand to see her scared of me.
"Are you okay?" I heard her quiet voice whisper. I whipped around and shook my head. She looked at her hands that were fidgeting with each other. I walked to her bed and sat on the edge.
Her face still had bruises on it. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, even when it was in a bun on her head. Water bottles surrounded her nightstands, along with tissues. I could tell most of them were from the tears that fell down her damaged cheeks.
Payton's pov
He looked all around my bed, noticing how cluttered and messy it was. I hadn't taken a shower in days, the last time I ate was at lunch... yesterday, and it was just a banana. He looked back at me, eyes focused on the big bruise that covered my cheek. I blushed and sat up from laying down, and leapt into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, with his arms wrapped tightly around my body.
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, falling onto his bare shoulders. I pulled back and looked at his handsome face. His thumb wiped the tears away and he smiled softly.
"You're the best." I said.
"Only when you're by my side."
M Y B G F
The rest of the night we laid together eating junk food and watching Netflix. (Story of my life) I rested my head on his stomach and fell asleep to the calming sound of his heartbeat.
When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. I was under the covers and looked to see all the tissues and bottles picked up. I wiped my face and smiled. I felt really good today, productive.
I undressed and walked into my bathroom. I locked my bedroom door, my windows, my bathroom door, and triple checked no one was under my bed or in my closet. I was extremely paranoid now, my brain tricked me into thinking someone was watching me at all times too. I got into the shower and felt the warm water pelting my back. It felt amazing, I could've stayed in there all day.
I looked at my body once I got out, purple spots were dotted on my arm and scratches covered my thighs. I turned around not wanting to be reminded of the worst day of my life.
I changed into tights and an oversized long sleeve shirt. I put my long thick hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I didn't bother covering up my bruises because I wasn't going anywhere. I crawled into bed and ended up falling asleep.
Well, there goes 'being productive.'
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