The Bad Boys Savior

Chapter 3

As I was cleaning the mess I "made", I kept thinking 'what did I do to deserve this life?'. My cuts on my ribs were still bleeding. They wouldn't stop. I couldn't try to help them quit bleeding because the sperm donor was still standing there watch me clean.

I went to stand up, just to make a concoction to make sure most of the residue would come up.

"Get back down you b*tch!!"

"I'm just getting something to get the extra residue up, father" I replied and you could hear the obvious attitude

"Drop the attitude, wh*re, or I can do it again"

"Okay, okay. Chill. I'm just making sure I get it up!"

"Get the sh*t, and get your little ass back on the floor to clean up your big ass mess you made"

I quickly finished making the concoction to get the residue off the ground. I took a wet cotton cloth, dipped it in the mixture and began scrubbing really hard. Which hurt like heck but I knew the quicker I got done with it, the quicker I can get my cuts to quit bleeding.

I finished in 10 minutes, after listening to all his complaining and cussing the whole time. After I got done cleaning the bucket and cloth, he grabbed his keys and left.

I like to believe I'm not a terrible person but at this moment, I hope his drunk self gets in a car crash and dies. This man has destroyed my life from 6 years old. So I have a right to have so much built up hatred for him.

As soon as I heard the front door close, I grabbed my things and went to my room. I took an old shirt to wrap around my torso, hopefully to stop the bleeding with pressure. It kept bleeding for about 30 minutes, about to the point where I thought I had lost a couple pints of blood.

I grabbed my phone and was tempted to call someone but who would believe me? So I just settled on cleaning the new cuts with alcohol to make sure they wouldn't get infected. I walked into my little run-down bathroom and grabbed the rubbing alcohol bottle.

I poured it on to my fingers, over the sink and stuck it on the cuts. I winced at the pain but eventually it wasn't so bad because I was mostly used to it.

After that, I got my homework done for Pre-cal. In my opinion, I think most math teachers give homework on the first day. Just because "it helps with your math". I don't believe it but it's whatever.

I didn't have anything to do after that so I simply watched 'orange is the new black' because I'm an insomniac. Fun right? I went to sleep around 3am.

~The next day~

My alarm went off at exactly 7am. That's late to me. I got a whole 4 hours of sleep? What the Fazoli's is happening. I did my usual morning routine. Wake up, Limp my way to the shower, Take a long shower to avoid the monster, get out, bandage myself up and catch the bus. Casual.

The bus was boring as always even though it's the second day. I got to school, just to see Lyla at my locker.

"Hey Addie!!", she said really hyper(ly)

"Hey Lyles, what's gotten into you this glorious morning?" I asked cautiously, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"So y'know Hunter right?"

Oh lord I think I have a clue of where this is going.

"Yeahhhh...."

"He asked me out!" She squealed. She flipping squealed. I could facepalm so many times at this very moment. Oh my lord, what has gotten into this girl.

"Okay Lyles y'know I love you and all but you're dumb. Hunter as in the f-boy of the school and he takes girls out for one night just to get in their pants?" She nods, "Yeah, that's what I thought. He's just going to try to use your body for his pleasure. I may sound like a major feminist right now but come on!!"

I take a slight break then continue to rant.

"Have you not seen the way Andy looks at you! You've got to be kidding me but I guess I have no say 'cause people are gonna do what they're gonna do"

"You know what Addie? Screw you! I'm another one of his girl toy targets, okay?! He's not gonna use me. How would you know anyway?! You're not even cute!"

"Ouch. I see how it is. You're dismissed." I didn't want to be too mean but are you serious. How can anyone do that.

I mean I get girls who have low self-esteems and just want someone to care but you don't see me doing that.

I slowly dragged my feet to my Pre-Cal. I don't even like math but apparently I'm good at it ugh. Not a second after I sat in my chair, Grace started talking my head off. Kill me now. She was talking about this guy and she accidentally touched my rib. I instantly winced.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Ads! What happened?"

She sounded worried.

"Nothing just overworked myself in gym. Just a little sore still" I smiled sheepishly.

"It seemed like so much more. I'm glad you're okay!" She beamed.

Lunch was just Andy, Cam and I.

"Where is Lyla?" Andy, of course, asked me.

"We got into a fight because our dear friend is an idiot" I told him everything that happened.

"You told her 'the way I look at her'?" He asked turning a dark shade of red.

"Sorry but she ignored it so you're all good Andy"

"Phew"

I felt someone staring at me from behind so I turned my head to catch a glimpse of who it may be. Guess who I saw? Freaking Dexter. DANIEL. I MEANT DANIEL. Gosh darnit.

I looked beside him to find Lyla all up on Hunter. Wow, that sure was a shocker *insert eye roll*

Daniel raised an eyebrow at me once he saw that I had caught him staring. Not only was I looking back, I probably looked like I was oogling but I was just studying. He of course started smirking. Typical. Lets just hope next period he doesn't talk to me. 

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