He Cared

5

I said my goodbyes to Brendon, and he left, leaving me to be beaten half to death. Awesome. I'm regretting staying after school. But one thing that i've been wondering is what Brendon wanted to tell me. It bothers me that he doesn't trust me, but I trust him.

Slowly, I opened the front door trying to be quiet enough for my parents to not hear me. I threw my phone up the stairs, just in case. It landed on the second to last step. I walked to the first step, and my heart dropped.

"Get. The. Fuck. Back. Here." Dad was furious. I walked a few steps toward him, head hung low, immediately regretting it.

He punched me, causing me to lose balance. I stumbled into the wall behind me, hitting my head pretty hard. He walked into the kitchen, going into the knife drawer. He pulled out a sharp knife and started pacing toward me.

"Now, I'm going to do everyone a favor and finally end you."

I whimpered, only making him more angry. When he put it up to my face, I started fighting back with whatever strength I had. Grabbing the handle, I tried my best to grab it from him, but my hand slipped. The knife slashed across my face, blood sliding down my cheek. I grabbed the knife again, and finally grabbed it out of my fathers grasp. Quickly, I threw the knife as far as I could out of sight.

He grabbed a vase full of tulips from the table, and slammed it down on my skull. I immediately collapsed to the floor, almost unconscious. He then started kicking me repeatedly, like the last time. It hurt so much, but I couldn't pass out. I didn't know what he would do to me. Instead, I closed my eyes and stopped fighting. He stopped after a few minutes, and just walked away. 

I quickly got up, rushed up the stairs and into my room, grabbing my phone on the second to last step whilst stumbling into everything. I was in excruciating pain at this point. Slowly, I laid down on my pillow, on the floor. There was no getting up. Never. This time, if I moved I would feel like someone was actually stabbing me.

I started crying. Bawling, actually. Tears stung the thin cut on my cheek causing me to cry even more. I cried until my face was raw, and there were no more tears left. I felt so weak. I just need someone to save me. Someone who's brave enough.

I opened my phone to see 11 messages and 17 missed calls from Brendon. The messages were things like, 'are you okay?' 'please answer when you can' and 'call me when you get the chance'. But one message stood out to me the most.

'You need to come to school tomorrow. Please. I need to tell you something, and it's life changing.'

What did he mean by life changing? 

Just then, another call from Brendon appeared on my screen. I answered.

"H-hello?" I choked out.

"Millie! You answered! Oh thank god! Please tell me you're okay." Millie.. I actually like that nickname. It's kinda cute.

"N-n-no, I-i'm not." I started crying again.

"Oh my- What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Y-you'll see at school. If I-I can walk all the way there."

"I'll pick you up. Be outside of your house at 6, okay?"

"6. Got it." I repeated.

"Okay, I-I will see you then. Bye." I could almost hear the tears gliding down his face.

"B-bye."

The call ended, and I was left wondering why. Why does he care about me so much? Why does he want to pick me up? And why does he always comfort me?