Bruises of My Life

904 18 4
                                    

Chapter: 1

TITLE: Bruises of my life

Me: Thank you Mrs. Burnage

My POV: Man, I am so glad she gave me that extra credit, because my mom would kill me if I brought home another C. It’s not like I can’t get an A, because I have A’s in all my other classes it’s just that this advance class my school recommended me to take is really hard and I can’t keep up with the rest of the class, seeing that it is made for 11th graders, and I am only in the 9th  grade. Life is already hard as it is.

I walk up to my house and pull out my keys. I hesitantly turn the door knob, knowing if my mom catches me coming home late I am going to get it.

Mom: KAELEE! IS THAT YOU?

I don’t answer hoping she would think it was the wind or something.

Mom: KAELEE!

I still don’t respond, which makes her even more mad. I could hear her footsteps stomping down the steps indicating that whatever was about to happen, it wasn’t going to be good.

Mom: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

Me: Mrs. Burn-

Mom: you know damn well when school lets out you are supposed to be in this house before 3:30… (looks at the clock on the wall) ITS 4:30! Where the fuck you been?

Me: Mrs. Burnage wanted to see me after school. And she kept me longer than I expected im sor-

SMACK! Before I could apologize for being late my mom smacked me right across the face. I fell to the floor and grabbed my cheek. This wasn’t anything new. From experience I didn’t look up to see if she was still there because knowing her she would just smack me again for looking at her the wrong way or something.

After I realized she was gone I picked up my back pack and ran to my room as quietly and as fast as I could sadly that fail because I had to go past her room to get to my room which was in the attic.

Mom: YOU BETTER STAY IN YOUR ROOM, BECAUSE IF I SEE YOU UGLY FACE ONE TIME TODAY.. O YOU BETTER PRAY AINT NOTHING SHARP CLOSE AT HAND!

Me: …yes mam

I go straight up to my room lay my back pack next to my bed, and sit down at my mirror and look at the bruise on my cheek. I sigh. I took my long curly hair out from my bun and started brushing it. I hate to admit it but I am a very insecure person, I wear big clothes, old shoes, and put my hair in a bun every day. I know little about my family because my mom says that since they don’t want to know anything about me so why should I know anything about them. All I know is that I am half Black and half Latino, and that me dad died when I was born

After I got done looking at my bruise on my face I put some cream on it to make the swelling go down. As I got up from my mirror and went over to my bed to lay down, something hit my window. I am guessing it was my best friend, jacob. We have been friends for as long as I could remember. We are very close, and we tell each other everything, well almost everything. He doesn’t know about my mom hitting me all the time, I try the best I can to keep that my own little secret, but I know he wonders what is really going on with me.

I look out the window and see Jacob signaling me to let him in. I nod. I walk over to the step and poke my head out to see my mom walking out the door, and by the looks of it she looks like she is going to club so she will be out late. As soon as I see my mom’s car go up the street I open the door to let Jacob in. and we both go upstairs to my room.

Jacob: hey lee (he sits on my bed)

Me: ..hi  (I sit on one of my chairs)

Jacob: whats wrong? (he signals me to sit next to him)

Me: ( I sit on the bed with him) … nothing I just had a really long day

Jacob: stop lying to me kaelee. I have known you long enough to tell when something is bothering you

He hates it when lie to him and I hate it too. And I know he is mad because he called me kaelee, and he rarely does that he has always called me lee.

Me… (I look away)

Jacob: this has something to do with that bruise on your face doesn’t it

I turned to look at him with watery eyes I tried really heard forgetting all about what happened with my mom and I today until he brought I back up. I cover the bruise with my hand, walked back to my chair and turned away from him.

Jacob: what happened?

Me:… I fell

Jacob: when?

Me: on my way home from school yesterday

Jacob: (sighs and shakes head)

Me: what? (turning back towards him)

Jacob: I came here after school yesterday like I always do

Me: and?

Jacob: (stands up in front of me) YOU DIDN’T HAVE A BRUISE ON YOUR FACE WHEN I SAW YOU!

I flinched scared that he was going to hit me like my mother does when she get mad

Jacob: (get down on his knees and sighs) I just wish you would stop lying to me about this and just tell me! It really hurt me to see you like this lee (he gets up from my bed walks over to me and gives me a hug and walks out)

A tear escaped from my eye and rolled down me cheek. I cried at the thought of how much I am hurting him by keeping this a secret

Me: jake i-

Before I could say anything else he was gone and out the door. I look out the window and see him walking back to his house. I really made him mad this time. It seems like I always make people mad. Around 9:45 I laid down in my bed and that night, like every night, I cried myself to sleep.

_____________________________________________________________________________

-so what did you guys think? This is my first story on wattpad so please comment and let me know what you think about it:)  

Shaken in My Bootz (an MB story)Where stories live. Discover now