All I felt was pain. Pain surging through my whole body, I sit up and rub my right eye afraid to touch my left one. I limp towards my bathroom holding onto my ribs and looking in the mirror. A bruise on my left side and a piece of shit staring back at me. I sigh and gently wash my face and teeth and brush my hair.
I look through my closet picking out tights and a furry hoodie. This December is cold outside with no snow what-so-ever. I get dressed and put my hair into a small braid and wrapped around my head. I slip on my low top converses and limp into the kitchen taking out my steel water bottle and pour coffee in it along with French vanilla. I grab my back pack and swing it over my shoulder holding my cup and walking out the door into my car.
After chugging down half my cup of coffee I finally made it to school. I silently walk into the school with my head bowed in shame. Whenever Henry smashed my face into the floor it left a bad bruise! I open my locker and condoms fall out of my locker as Nora snickers from the side and everyone stares. I shove them all in a trash can and grab the books I needed.
I felt weak and I didn't want to fight back or talk to anyone. I just wanted to be left alone and be peaceful alone. I walk into class and put my head down to ignore people as they walk in. Someone pokes my shoulder hard, but I ignored it, until they hit me harder. I quickly look up to see one of Nora's friend.
"What do you want?" I snapped and she put her hand on her hip.
"You're in my spot, you whore." She scoffed.
"Then choose another seat. I'm not moving for your fat ass, that's selfish." I hissed. She looked at me bug-eyed and then slapped me across the face, now everyone was looking at us with phones in front of there faces. I stood up slowly, intimidating her, and pushed her back with all my force. In came Blake and he looked at me and then at the Girl that was on the ground with desks moved. Blake ran up to her and held her, softly, like he cared for her.
"Jordie! What the hell!?" Blake yelled looking at me in disgust. I walk out of the classroom and the teacher walks in, late. I grab my bag from my locker and drove to a liquor store.
"What can I get you?" The cashier asks me with a smile. Me being me I smiled back, no matter how much I wanted to not reply.
"Can I have a bottle of Rum, please." I sniffle taking out my fake ID and cash. He turn around and put the bottle in a brown bag and hands it to me along with my ID.
"Thank you." I reply putting the Rum in my bag. I get in my car and drive to a flower shop.
"Can I have Chrysanthemums, please." I hand the woman cashier my money and she hands me a bunch of flowers.
"There you go, sugar!" She says happily.
"Thank you." I say grabbing them. I get back in my car and drive into a jewelry store and ask for a watch, I pay for it that was very expensive.
I drive home and I walk in to find nobody home yet. I sit down at my desk and grab a notebook in my hand with a black pen. And I start to write with shaky fingertips as the feeling makes my handwriting look terrible, but readable.
||BLAKES POV||
I walk into class to see Riley on the floor and Jordie looking down at her with anger in her eyes. I walk over to Riley and kneel down and hold her.
"Jordie! What the hell!?" I yell holding onto a crying Riley. I looked at Jordie to see she was out of it and looked dead. I instantly regretted yelling at her when she walked out. The teacher came in and I helped Riley to the nurses.
"Riley, what happened?" I asked her as she held ice to her head.
"I just asked her, politely, to move but she spazzed and pushed me! I honestly feel sorry for her, she must be having a bad day." Rileys voice goes high.
"I'm just-" I couldn't finish when Riley grabbed me and started to kiss me. "Riley." I push her off of me. "I am with Nora."
"But, you love Jordie." She scoffs. "Make up your own mind, Blake!" She yells.
I did love Jordie. Ever since the first time I saw her, she's made my heart hurt and my feelings all mush. Hurting her and being with Nora just made me feel awful for hurting her so badly. After she gave me back her necklace I kept it, I never gave it to Nora because she isn't special.
||JORDIES POV||
I sit in my bathroom with the tub running, only in a white tank top and in my panties and bra. I take out a smoke and go to my window and smoking four cigarettes. I walk back in with my note, the watch, flowers, and Rum. I lay them perfectly on the counter along with the note and watch. I start to chug down on the Rum as tears flow from my eyes, I grab a picture of my mom and set it near the filled tub. Half way through my bottle I sit in the tub chugging down the drink.
"Cheers Mom! I'll see you soon." My voice cracks. I cry harder as I drink more, finally turning off the steaming tub, I reach for it.
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The Lovely Abused
Romance||SHORT STORY|| *Jordie Johnson is a student at North Creek High-school at the age of 17. She's verbally and physically abused by her father, Henry Johnson. Her mother died when Jordie was only 15, two years ago. She only has one friend and one pers...
