One More Year

Chapter 4 ~ First Impressions

AN ~ I want to apologize for not writing in ages!! It seems every time I sit down to write I find some way of procrastinating, that and I've been SUPER busy with my horses and all their injury's :( plus all the shows and clinics that have been happening recently.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!!! :)

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The morning sunrise filters through my bedrooms windows, lighting up my room with a soft yellow glow, illuminating my bed and casting shadows just off to the right side of my room. I roll over and rub the sleep out of my eyes, proving to be more difficult than expected as I feel the stiffness in my arms.

The memories of last night come flooding back to me and I scrunch my eyes closed trying to block them out.

I lay there like that on my bed for another ten minutes before mum comes knocking on my door instructing me to get up or I'll run the risk of being late.

Wouldn't that just be terrible? There's no way a Jackson could possibly be late? I muse to myself.

I get up and head to the mirror in my bathroom to check out the collateral damage from the night before, I use to have a mirror in my room, but I hated waking up and seeing myself in there, especially at night time, it was freaky as fuck!

As I reach the bathroom I hear another knock on the door, this one was louder than mum's but softer in a way.

"Hey Blair, I made you some waffles" Jeff's uncertain voice rings out, filling my body with dread. Momentarily paralyzing my body with fear.

"Uh, t-thanks, I'll be down in a few" I reply, cursing myself for the stutter that my voice always held when talking to Jeff.

"Yeah, sure thing" "I'll see you down their kiddo" He replies as if unsure himself.

Kiddo? Where the hell was this coming from? I wonder to myself as I strip down to my birthday suit and turn on the shower. I look at myself in the mirror and notice the only obvious bruise was on my left shoulder, it stretched from the base of my collarbone up to the middle of my shoulder blade. I had other small bruises scattered over the top half of my arms, some new ones while others were existing ones that had yet to heal. It was never in Jeff's style to make the bruises obvious to the untrained eye. He always picked places that could easily be covered.

How thoughtful of him.

I quickly got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around me as I walked over to the mirror.

I groan inwardly as I realise that on the right side of my face just under my eye and on top of my cheekbone there was the starting formation of a bruise. the yellowy-green colour contrasted harshly against my tan complexion. I get to work with my makeup, over the months I have become quite skilled with covering up bruises, blemishes and the accidental hickeys Ryder tends to leave.

I finish after 10 minutes and observe my handiwork, both sides of my face look even in colour. I feel the need to itch my face, a habit I get when wearing fresh make-up.

I try to avoid make-up as I either sweat it off or forget to take it off at night time. It takes too long and causes me to look like a walking cake.

I stroll over to my walk-in closet dropping my towel as I open the doors.

"Hey Siri, what's the weather for today?" I asked my phone that was still plugged in charging, even though it no doubt had 100% battery life.

"The weather in Orlando is going to reach a maximum of 89°F by 1 o'clock" Siri replied in the British accent I set her to.