He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

The next few days are the same. I go to school, De'Quan ignores me, I go into a rage and then do something nice. I don't know why I've been feeling so bad. Scar and Austin haven't been able to calm me down either. It's finally Friday and I can be free of this place.

I pick out a flowing, red dress that goes a little past mid-thigh. I put on black, knee high boots. I clip my choker and put on my piercings. I put in a couple of red flowers in my ear piercings.

I leave my house and head to school.

I pull up to school and step out. Everyone is staring at me when I walk into school. I go to my usual bench upstairs and sit down. I liked being alone for the last couple of days. It kept me from blowing up on people. The paint on the bench is peeling away and there's graffiti covering the walls.

The first period bell rings. I frown and get up to start walking. I knew what was going to happen and I wasn't ready for it. Me and De'Quan was forced to present.

I slowly make my way toward first period. I walk in and go to my seat.

We start our presentations. Everything is so boring. When it's time for my presentation, I walk up to the front and stand arm's length away from De'Quan. I look at him and notice the makeup covering his face and arms. I clench my fist and look forward.

Our presentation is quick and painless. Once we finish, I grab my stuff and De'Quan. I pull him out the room and into the girl's bathroom. I lock the door and bring him to the sink. I take a paper towel from the roll. I put soap on it and hold it under the facet. I bring it to his face and wipe all the make up off. I see all the bruises he was trying to cover up. I wipe his arms down and see the similar bruises up and down his arms. I take off his shirt and see all the bruises surrounding his ribs.

I turn around and punch the mirror.  I hear the glass shatter around my fist. "Who the fuck did this to you?!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I can feel the cuts on my knuckles, but I don't feel the pain. The mirror was old and easier to brake, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

"No one." He says quietly.

"What did I say about fucking lying to me?" I say with my voice still loud.

He says nothing.

I walk toward him and he flinches. I take a couple of deep breathes and relax. "Please tell me who hurt you." My voice is soft as I approach him.

"I can't. He said that if I said anything it'll be worse next time." His voice is shaky when he speaks.

"I can protect you, you know that." I pull him to me and make him look at me.

"My dad. He drinks and sometimes he gets rough. My mom is a drug addict so she doesn't stop it. I'm the only kid they had together, so he tells me I ruined their life."

I pull his head into my neck. I rub his back while he cries. "You're going to move in with me." I state.

He looks at me. "I can't I don't have anything at your house." He says.

"I'll buy you whatever you need, but you're moving in with me. Let's go to my house now." I say. I unlock the door and lead him to my car. I skip everyday anyway, might as well leave now.

Back at my house, I let him inside and we sit on the couch. "Do you want to stay with me in my room or take the guest bedroom?" I ask.

"I'd rather stay with you if that's okay." He says shyly.

I laugh. I look at him and smile. "Let's go to the bedroom and get you cleaned up." I take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

I take out my medical supplies and lay them on the bed. "Take off your pants and shirt." I instruct him. He blushes and does what I ask. I lay him on the bed and take out sanitary wipes. I wipe down his arms, stomach, and legs down. I notice his legs are riddled with scars and when I turn him over, I see the scars up and down his back.