Saviors (Completed)

5. Grocery Shopping

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My mother's arms rested on her hips and her new necklace hung firmly around her neck, glowing in the afternoon sun. Her lips were in a firm line and her eyebrows narrowed. "What were you doing with that boy?"

"Nothing! I promise! He just gave me a ride," I explained, horror ridden in all my fragile words.

"A ride? He just gave you a ride?" She spat on the ground beside me. "How many times have me and your father told you to stay away from that kid?"

I bit my lip hard, avoiding her stern eyes. "Many," I answered, keeping my head low.

"And still I see you with that bastard. Stay away from him, Nina, other wise he is going to break you," she said with a deep sigh.

She looked back at the empty house, sighing once again. Without another word she left me standing, gazing after her.

I am already broken.

I wanted to say that so badly. Maybe if she heard the words she would take me away from here. Away from my father.

She drove away, leaving smoke from the car behind for me to breathe in. And I did. I took a deep breath and kept standing in front of my feared house.

Later that day, my father had come home. And for the first time, he wasn't alone. Under his arm swayed a young girl with minimum clothing and heavy makeup. She giggled at everything my father said with his deep voice.

He cheated on mom and I could hear it all.

I sat beside the toilet, feeling the heavy substance moving up to my throat. However, it never came out.

My hands grasped around the heavy sink. I dared to lift my head and stare at myself in the mirror. Stare at someone less than perfect.

My hair was in a loose high pony tail. A few strings framed my face and stuck to my sweaty jaw. My dull eyes were lifeless and my lips in sad lines. My blue eye reflected in the dim light and darkened my eye.

I threw myself back on the floor, holding my head over the toilet as I threw up. Tears welled up in my eyes and I let them run.

I leaned back, grasping some paper and drying my mouth. As I stared at the wall before me Anthony sneaked into my mind.

His beautiful face stood before me. My heart sunk. No matter if I over came the hatred I had, we could never be friends or anything else. That's just how it is.

Besides, my mother would never allow it.

I had never seen my mother so angry. Why didn't she like the Martinez family?

I fell asleep beside the toilet, leaning my head against the wall.

"Child!" my father called from downstairs, waking me up from my deep slumber. I opened my eyes, blinking to gain my sight.

I helped myself up from the floor, rubbing my sore back.

I strolled down the stairs and into the living room, where my father sat half naked and pressed the buttons on the TV remote.

"You called," I said, showing my present.

His head turned towards me, "which number is Discovery Chanel?" He scratched his bare back and pressed another button.

"Uhm... 5," I answered, owning a nod from him as he shifted to number five instead of 21.

I shifted my weight from leg to leg, waiting for a response there never came. Slowly I twirled around and headed for the door, however, his deep voice stopped me. "Your mother told me about that Martinez boy."