He Cared

6

Here I am, waiting outside of my house for Brendon. I came out of my house a few minutes early just in case. It was so hard getting off of the floor and getting dressed, I fell on a couple occasions, and doing my makeup was a nightmare. And don't even get me started on straightening my hair. I tried my best to cover the cut on my cheek, but it was no use. I was just making it hurt more, and more likely to get infected.

I just stood on my porch, propping myself up on the railing that was by the steps. All of a sudden, I heard a car engine coming closer and closer.

Brendon pulled up and immediately opened his door, coming toward me.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Can you walk?" 

I took one step down the stairs, and instantly collapsed into Brendon's arms. I yelped and held my stomach and ribs with my arms. He helped me into his car and we started driving.

"So, I want to tell you about what that one text was about" He said, nervously tapping the steering wheel.

I motioned for him to go on.

"Well, would you like to live at my place? Like as roommates? I can't stand to see you like this. It just breaks my heart" He glanced at me, then back at the road.

"Yeah! I would love to!" I said, paying my full attention to him.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Sometime today, you should text your parents. Tell them you moved out and that you won't be back." I nodded.

"So, mind if we skip school and get you set up at my place?"'

"Not at all. It's just the last day of school. It would honestly be a relief." I slightly laughed.

I took this chance to really analyze his features. His hair was perfectly combed up and out of his face, but a strand fell out of it's place onto his beautifully sculpted face. He has those brown eyes that engulf you in warmth and make you feel at home, and-

"Staring isn't nice." He laughed.

I looked down, smirked, and blushed. 

"Aww, I didn't mean to stop you." He looked at me and grinned. I smiled back.

"Woah.. Is that a cut on your cheek? What happened?" He questioned.

I sunk into the seat and put my head against the window.

"My dad. It was basically my punishment. He just grabbed a knife, and I tried to fight back. I grabbed the knife out of his hands, threw it, and he slammed a vase on my skull which caused me crashing to the floor. Then he basically kicked me over and over, and walked away, leaving me in excruciating pain." I sighed.

"Oh."

My eyes started to feel heavy, and I didn't stop them from closing. Brendon must have thought I was asleep, because he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear gently. I could almost feel his smile.

For the first time in a long time, I actually felt safe.

Sorry for the really short chapter :/