Terminal Love

~Chapter 4~

I huffed past my mother, completely ignoring her comment. She may as well have not said anything to me at all. I walk down the hallway feeling weak and made the decision to take a nice hot shower. Grabbing a long tee and fresh panties, I headed to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water wash over me. Wash away the pain and suffering I was feeling inside. I stepped out of the shower for a moment, and grabbed the box of tampons next to the toilet, dumping the contents to the floor. I picked up the small switch blade I kept in the bottom. Getting back into the shower, I closed the curtain, and sat in the tub. Staring at my arms, looking for a clean spot to cut, I found a small area between my forearm and elbow. I rubbed the area with the pad of my thumb, wincing at the damage I was about to cause myself yet another time. I quickly dismissed my disgust and sliced the sensitive flesh deep, the tears rolling down my eyes, the blood and tears dropping down onto my thigh, being washed away by the warm water.

I stood up quietly and washed up quickly, the heat making me sleeping. I shut the water off and dried up, bandaging my fresh wound. I sighed, and headed to my room. There I closed and locked the door, climbing into bed afterwards. I covered myself in my quilts, and drifted into a seasick-like slumber.

The buzzing of my alarm caused me to stir awake. I had made it through another night. I slowly unravelled myself from the cacoon of covers and climbed out of bed. Today was going to be a long day. After my confession to Michael last night, and the beating from my father that followed, I was in no condition to do any sort of activity that involved work and education. 

I dressed myself in a fitted v-neck tee, and some cargo shorts that showed quite a bit of leg. I tied my hair back into a messy bun. I put on my diamond studded earings and after scrubbing my facae and grabbing my books, I was ready to go.

I wlaked straight by my mother and father and out the door, rushing to my car, without a real reason why. As I drove to school I wondered where the saddened look on Michael's face came from yesterday. Simply mentioning Vince seemed to absolutely crush him. I guess one way or another I would find out. Michael wanted me. And as scary as it was to admit, I was really starting to want him too.

I pulled up on campus. I was still a bit early, so I went to the housing and dormitory department. I don't know what made me do this, but I had to have a place to escape to. Nowaday's I didn't know what my dad would do to me. His drinking and behaviors toward me had been getting more violent and sometimes could be sexual. I opened the door to the office and grabbed an application. I sat down and began filling out the paperwork. I looked up at the sound of a familliar voice, It was Michael. 

Pretending to pay attention to the paper, I wrote and listened to what he was saying. "I'm sorry Mrs.O'neill, I just can't stay in that room anymore, it's always constant fighting between me and Rich, he has no respect for me or the space we share, isn't there anything you can do? Please?" He looked at her with those beautiful navy eyes and I saw her practically melt. Mr's O'neill looked up at me and said "You applying for a room?" I looked at her, slowly nodding my head yes. "Well, looks like we got you a new roomie Michael."  She said smiling. His face had a small but sad smile. "Thank you ma'am." he said and quietly stepped out into the hallway. I handed my paper to the woman, and she held a pair of keys up. "Room 207D Miss Emily, good luck." I sighed deeply, I knew I'd need it.