Paper Butterflies

Chapter Three

Tiredly I opened my eyes before closing them and opening them again. Blinking repeatedly to reduce my blurred vision I slowly rose from the ground. Holding my body up with my hands I let out a yelp before falling. My left wrist was probably sprained after twisting it. Looking at it I could see that it was swollen. But it was too dark to really see anything, although something had caught my eyes.

               There was a glistening pool of liquid where my head once was. Touching my head with my hand I felt thick liquid. In a rush I stood up and headed to the steps, only to fall against the railings. Instead of walking I crawled up the stairs. Luckily the door was now unlocked and I left the basement. Looking around I checked for my father, to which I saw none of. With relief I walked to the kitchen. As I went to get a glass for some water I noticed a post-it note on the fridge. Pulling it off, I scanned it, a smile of relief spreading across my lips.

               My father left a note to say he went off go knows where and he'd be back whenever he felt like it. That gave me maybe a week, maybe.

               Grabbing my glass and filling it with tap water I gulped it down, before placing the dish in the sink. Looking at the microwave clock I saw that it was three in the morning. Glancing around the room my stomach dropped. Everything was locked and I knew for a fact that my father wore the key around his neck.

With a sigh I headed to the bathroom to take a warm shower before trying to sleep for a couple of hours.

               I woke up to my alarm clock at seven in the morning. Though I barely managed to sleep for two hours I slid out of my bed. Grabbing some clothes I ended up in a pair of gray skinny jeans and a long sleeve lilac shirt. Putting on my clothes and my converse I grabbed my school bag and left the house. As always, I had my gray jacket and black beanie.

               Walking up to school I earned a few glances but nothing big. I wasn't that interesting. Instead of going to class I headed towards the bathroom. The bell wouldn't ring for a few minutes so I had time. Luckily the gash on my head was covered by my hair so it wasn't noticeable, but it left me with an excruciating headache.

Checking my face I saw that nothing was visible behind my hair and pulled up hood.

               The bell rang and I headed to my first period class. The first thing I noticed as I walked in was the boy sitting in the back. The same boy I sat next to yesterday, the same boy who talked to me yesterday. Scott. Also, the same boy I wanted to ignore.

Pursing my lips, realizing the only seat available was next to him; I walked over and sat down.

               "So what class do you have next?" Scott asked as class ended and we walked out.

Ignoring him I walked through the hallways.

               "That's okay. I'll just follow you, and don't worry; I didn't plan on going to my next class. History, it's boring." He laughed.

Rubbing my sore wrist I let out a huff of annoyance.

               "Don't huff at me. If you just speak to me, I wouldn't be so annoying and persistent." He told me. Looking over at him I saw he had an eyebrow raised as a smirk played on his lips. I rolled my eyes before walking faster, losing the boy in the crowd.

               "Ashton!" He called after me. I walked faster, not looking behind me. Why is he so persistent? I took a left at the end of the hall and hid in an empty classroom. Letting out a sigh I waited until the bell rang.

When the hallways sounded empty I turned and walked out of the room. Making a right I let out a yelp as I came face to face with Scott. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes.