Under The Scars

Chapter 5~"Favorite Person? Maybe."

The pain i felt as  i woke form a restless sleep, kept me from getting up. I slowly slid my legs off the bed feeling the sting rush through the rest of my body. I knew though i've had beatings like this before, this was one of the worst.

I groaned and exhaled as i slowly walked to the bathroom and closet to get ready for school. I pulled up some of my shirt to reveal a dark blue purple bruise. Not just one but dozens. Some old and healing but that new one stood out from them all. It was a nasty color.

I finished undressing, and climbed into the shower letting the water run over my body. Trying to wash away the feeling of his nasty hands on my neck, and the sound of his drunk voice before he hit me and took off.

I stepped out of the shower after around 20 minutes of just standing there.  I threw on a baggy sweater, leggings and my converse.

I got HIS breakfast ready and left the house, dreading the 30 minute walk to school, and my 6 hour shift later and the diner.

I muttered a curse word as i tripped, and fell skinning my knee. Of course that's a great way to start of the day.

Dragging my backpack up from the ground, i looked at my knee to see some blood slowly oozing. 

I looked away not being able to look at the blood for a reason that no one else knows.

I shudder at the memory, and walk faster so i forget about it, but 2 more minutes of walking i finally hear footsteps behind me.

Owen runs up beside me panting, and out of breath. "I've been trying to catch up with you for like 5 minutes" He stated during breaths.

"O..o..ohh..hh. sorry" I muttered shyly turning my head away. He gave me a small smile.

"Its alright, but I still want to check out your knee, it looks pretty scraped up" I nodded my head, and sat on the sidewalk as Owen began to look at my screwed up knee.

"Can I roll up your jeans a little to get to your knee?" He asked politely.

I looked away not wanting to see the blood and nodded. "ooh, looks like a few rocks are in there. Stay here and I'm going to run home fast and get some supplies." He said. "Actually come with me I'll help you, there is some creeps around here, and you don't need to be out here by yourself."

Owen put one arm around my back and I put one arm around his shoulder to try to steady myself.

I winced as I put weight on my leg. We continued to walk slowly, making sure not to put too much pressure on my knee. Owen opened the door and shut it behind us quickly, making sure not to let go of me.

He led me to the couch, and he sat me down slowly. "I'm going to go get the medical stuff, Ill be right back". I nodded my head and closed my eyes.

If my dad figured out I wasn't at the school yet I would get my ass beat. I shuddered at the thought.

With one deep breath I opened my eyes to see Owen staring down at me, guilt and worry clouding in his eyes. "I'm sorry, for how I treated you" he blurted out, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. 

My eyes widened a fraction, taking in his words. "I should have stopped those people from spreading rumors, but I didn't. So I'm sorry"

I nodded," Thank you, but I don't deserve an apology I probably deserved all the things they said about me. I don't understand why your hanging out with me, I'm nothing. Why would you want anything to do with a person who isn't worth anything, and just causes problems. Your a bad boy anyway, and everyone wants to be like you, ill just ruin your reputation" I muttered quietly turning my head away.

Owen grabbed my chin and lifted it so my eyes met his, " Don't you ever say that, don't ever say you're not worth anything because you are. You fucking are. Yeah maybe I didn't stand up for you then, but I'm doing it now, and I know for a fact your more real than any of the other fake bimbos at our school. You're real and that is why I want to be around you." He said firmly.

A tear welled up in my eye, and dripped down my cheek. Owen wiped it away with his thumb, and pulled me into a hug.

I let him, not fighting it, because somehow I knew this was supposed to happen. I felt safe, but I didn't want Owen to get hurt because of me.

I shuddered once again knowing that I wasn't in school and somehow my father would know.

He'll probably get a phone call from the school, "oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no..."I muttered over and over again. I know if he finds out that its going to be one of the worst beatings tonight.

Owen seemed to see how worried and tense I was. He asked what was wrong and all I could say way that I couldn't miss school because my parents would be mad at me.

He nodded his head, and then jumped off the couch but this time returning with his phone in hand." I am a bad boy after all ", with a smirk, he went on typing on his phone.

"There done." he clapped his hands together and grinned.

" What did you just do...?" I asked incredulous and confused as to what just happened.

"IIIIIIIIIII your favorite person just messed with the school phone system to that when they text or call your dad it goes straight to meeee!" Owen cheered out.

My mouth stood agape at the wonderful boy in front of me, and all I can think of is how much I misjudged him.

And just as he promised, the call came through and Owen picked it up playing a deeper voice than how he usually speaks.

I giggled at how different he sounded, and figured out how thankful i was for him. With a last look at him, i closed my eyes, and let out a breath of relief. 

Knowing i would still have to head home or i would get beat, i still knew i could have this time, this hour or two of no worries. And that was the happiest i've ever felt in years.