** Grace's POV **
I smiled happily at my phone, reading the texts from Marshall.
"Hey, I'm home" I said, dumping my phone and bag on the bench."Hey", I grabbed a can of coke out of the fridge and sat down next to Laura "Soo, how'd the date go?" Laura asked, with a bit of a smirk on her face. "It was perfect, we went to this beautiful place, we had a picnic and we talked", "Oh, that sounds nice" Laura said with a big grin on her face.
I stretched out and yawned. "I'm tired, well, goodnight " I said, looking at the time it was 11:35PM. "Night" Laura said, I got off the couch, grabbed my phone off the bench and walked to my room. I brought a pair of pj's from the mall, I stripped off my clothes and pulled off my heels and slipped on my pj's. It was a black singlet with pink lacing on the edges and a pair of short black shorts with a white waistband. I plugged my headphones into my phone and started to play 'Amityville', I sat on my bed, bobbing my head to the beat.
I slipped under the duvet and got my self comfy. I feel asleep listening to Eminem.
THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up pretty early, it was about 8:00. I yawned and got out of bed. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, the cold air placing goosebumps on my tan skin. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange and a bottle of milk. I pulled a cereal box and grabbed a bowl, glass and a spoon. I made some cereal and poured my self a glass of orange juice. As I was pouring the juice, my arm caught my eye, well not really my arm, the cuts on my arm caught my eye. Tears pricked my eyes as I remembered how I got some of them.
FLASHBACK
I walked in the door to my hell house home, I just got back from collage. "Where were you bitch!" my dad called. Oh no. He's drunk. He emerged from the lounge and stomped over to me, he stood in front of me. At this point I was trembling with fright, he yanked my hair pulling me forward.
He pushed me to the ground, there was no point fighting him I wasn't strong enough, he came over to me and kicked me in the ribs. I cried out, a small scream escaped my lips . I could taste the blood in my mouth. I let out a high pitched scream as I felt a knife cut my sensitive skin."Owww" I screamed out, he grabbed my arms and started cutting them to. So now I had several cuts on both of my arms and a long cut on my side.
Once he had enough, he went back to the lounge and drunk more. I managed to drag my self to the bathroom, I dug through the cupboards and found bandages, I wrapped one bandage around my back and stomach and I bandaged my arms to stop the bleeding.
I walked in my room and lay down on my bed, I started to push on my cuts to help stop the bleeding. I pulled off my uniform and pulled on a tank top and shorts. I sat back down on my bed, I wiped the tears from my face.
FLASHBACK OVER
I lifted up my singlet and traced my scar on my side.
"Good morning" a mumble said, "Good morning" I said back."Want some coffee?" Laura asked, "Sure". "How many sugars do you have?", "Five" I replied. "How are you never hyper?" Laura asked, "I don't know". We burst out laughing. "How are your cuts?" Laura asked sincerely worried. "They're fine, I guess, just can't get what happened out of my head". "Here" Laura said handing me my coffee."Thanks".
I went to my room and placed my coffee on the bedside table. There wasn't much in the room, there was a wooden bedside table with a black stereo on top, a double bed with a black duvet and white sheets, a dresser with a mirror resting on top and a full length mirror on the wall next to the bedside table.
My phone buzzed as I received a text message,
'Wanna meet up later?'
It was Marshall, I texted back,
'Sure, when?'
'How 'bout in half an hour?'
'Kay see you in half an hour'
'See you in half an hour ;P'
I grinned, I grabbed out some clothes and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, stripped off and stepped in the shower. I gave my hair and body a quick wash, when I was finished I stepped out the shower dried my body, I gave my hair a quick blow dry and got dressed.
Today my outfit was black short shorts, a white tank top with black lettering 'THAT SH*T CRAY' and a black jacket over my top. All in all I looked pretty good. My hair fell in natural curls up to my lower back and my skin was smooth and tan. I gave my hair a quick brush and tied it in a high ponytail. I went to my room and put on a pair of black socks and put on my scuffed converse chucks. There was a knock at the door. Perfect timing I thought. "See you later Laura". "Bye Gracie".
I opened the door, stepped outside and I shut the door behind me."Hey" Marshall said in a deep voice which I found very hot."Hey" I replied, I gave him a peck on the lips. Marshall grabbed me by the hips and pushed me forward and gave me a soft, passionate kiss on the lips, I kissed back. We pulled away. "So, where are we going?", "I'm going to take you to the place we first met" Marshall said. "Oh, Marshall", I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a slightly rough kiss. "So? Should we get going? Marshall asked panting a little bit, "Yes" I panted back. We sat in his car, he started the car and drove us to Detroit Drinks. As we walked in, the people sitting at the bar did a bit of a gasp. I was a regular so it wasn't me, probably because I had the famous Eminem on my arm.
