Maybe, One Day

Chapter 2

I quickly ran down to where the screaming is coming from and found Jack on top of Connor hitting him, blood slowly pouring down Connor’s face.

“JACK! JACK STOP IT! YOU’RE HURTING HIM!” I run over to him to try to get him off of Connor. I jumped onto his back and try to throw him off of Connor. But my plan fails. Instead I end up flying right over him as he quickly dodges me.

He stops hitting Connor and looks at me.

“What was that Baby Doll? Did you tell me to stop?” God I hate that nickname. He used to call me that when I was a child and I used to love it. But now, he uses it against me. He knows I hates it and uses it to get my anger out.

“That is what I just said.”

“Are you talking back to me Baby Doll?”

“Yes Jack that is how conversations work.”

He raises his hand and slaps me in the face.  Before I know what’s happening, he goes in for a punch in my stomach. He always punches me in the same spot. It’s like he wants me to have a permanent bruise right in my gut. I fall to the floor clutching my gut trying to reduce the piercing pain a little.

 “That’s what you get for being late last night and talking back to me.” He strolls out the room as if nothing happened, I hear him grab the keys and slam the front door shut leaving Connor and I in the lounge. His first stop will be to the pub no doubt.

Connor comes over and crouches beside me. “Bre, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need a minute.”

“You look terrible” He chuckled while shaking his head and looking down to the floor.

“Don’t hold back now” Connor says still chuckling.

Eventually I got up and told Connor that I will be back soon. We both decided that it would be best to not go to school.

I get in my running gear, grabbed my iPod and ran. I ran until my lungs gave out and every single muscle hurt in my body. Of course my stomach still hurt, but I was used to those hits so the pain wasn’t as bad as it was when I was younger.

By the time my body gave out, I was at a park in the middle of nowhere, the same park that my mum used to take me when I was little. It was my favourite place to go when I was a child but now it is filled with empty memories.

I walked over to the swing and sat down trying to regain my breath.

“I need to get out of here.” I said as a single tear fell down my face, followed by many, many more.  

I didn’t even realise that the sky had turned grey and started to rain.

“RAIN REALLY?!?!?” I yelled to no one in particular. How cliché is this?

*toot toot*

I turn to find Sarah pulling up in her car and waving for me to come to her. I slowly got up still feeling the pain in my legs and walked over to the car.

The second I was in the car, I knew she had talked to Connor. She just looked at me. I knew what she was going to say “Bre, It’s okay, it will be alright.” And every time I believed her but this time she didn’t say a thing. No encouraging words. Nothing. I sort of was glad she didn’t because we both knew it wasn’t true. We need to stop kidding ourselves. Things were never going to change. Ever. I tried to give her my ‘famous’ fake smile but of course she knew I was doing it to just convince myself more than anyone else so she just gave a small smile in return.

When she finally started the car, we ended up at our favourite Café. We always go here with Connor if not just us.

Straight when we walked in, I heard Sally’s voice.