Trapped (Finished)

Chapter 3

My alarm sounded off, disturbing my sleep. I was having a nightmare, but it was nice being asleep. It gave me a chance to get away from real life for a bit. I opened my eyes to find Nathan staring at me, making me jump. "Y-yes?" I stuttered, blinking at him.

"Nothing. Time to get up. Wear something small today," he grinned and got up, heading to the bathroom to shower.

I sighed and sat up, checking my phone. My mom had text me, telling me to have a good day at school. I got up after texting her back and headed for my closet. "I really need to do laundry.." A pile of dirty clothes sat in the corner of our room. I've been holding off on doing laundry.

After a few minutes of deciding, I put on a black tank top, denim shorts, and some flip flops. I sat at my vanity and put a face full of makeup on. I caked it on, always hiding the bruises. I winced when I leaned back. I had forgotten about last night. My whole body was sore, a horrible reminder of what Nathan did to me.. But yet. I still loved him.

I looked up at the school, not wanting to do this today. My body was in pain, I felt so damn tired. I looked at Nathan, who was grabbing his stuff out of the car. "Hey, babe?" I tapped his shoulder.

He stood up and looked at me, giving me a cold expression. "What?"

"Can I stay home today? I'm not feeling too good," I let out a small cough, giving him puppy dog eyes. 

He looked me up and down, obviously pissed off. After what seemed like a decade, he finally gave his answer. "No. You don't look like you're dying. You're coming with me. You can't leave me by myself." He grabbed my arm and headed inside, not caring if I would trip or hold him back.

The whole day seemed to drag on and on. My eyes threatened to shut every minute. My body never stopped hurting. My head was throbbing. I asked Nathan if we could sit in the back of everyone of our classes and he agreed. Thank god. While we were back there, I would lean back, hoping to rest for at least a couple minutes. Every time I would try to grab some pain medicine out of my bag or sleep longer then five minutes, Nathan would punch my leg. He obviously wanted me to learn my lesson. I probably had a concussion from him slamming my head in the ground so many times.

Finally, the day ended and I was the one to lead to the car this time. I sat in the passenger seat and lay my seat back, closing my eyes. I felt like I would pass out at any second. Nathan got in and started the car. I could feel his eyes staring at me. "What are you doing?"

"Resting my eyes for a bit. That last class seemed to drag on. It was so boring," I coughed and looked at him. His face was expressionless.

"Alright. But we're going out tonight. I'm going out before I come get you. So be ready by 6 P.M. sharp," his voice was stern. I wasn't looking forward to what he had planned tonight. "But sit your seat up. I don't want that seat to stay back when you get out." I did as he said and looked out the window. 

My eyes fixated at who I saw. It was the guy from yesterday. The new kid. I heard girls talking about him, saying his name was Gavin and that he had moved here from Florida. Lucky bastard. He gave me the same concerned expression from yesterday. He gave me a sad wave and got in his car, still looking at me. I gave him a small smile. 

"Who the fuck are you looking at?" Nathan slammed on the breaks, causing my head to his the dash. I let out a small cry of pain and held my head, looking at Nathan. "Who are you looking at?!" He yelled louder.

"No one. I-I just saw a dog." I looked at my hand, blood was on it. 

"Better fucking me. If you ever give any other guys looks, I'll beat the shit out of you and them," he growled, speeding out of the parking lot. I didn't even want to see the look on Gavin's face. I just held a hand to my head and looked down.