Coming Back

Chapter 4

The next week flew by. With that being the last week all we did was watch movies and mess around. But it was finally Friday and I was going to Matts house after school.

"Damn Espinosa, where ya been? I havent seen ya all week" 

" I've been making vines.. they're actually starting to get a lot of likes!"

"Oh wow" I said sarcasticly, "well hey, remember me when you're all famous, alright?"

"eh I dont know.. maybe" he said while squinting his eyes at me and smirking. 

"you are literally so mean" and as soon as the words left my mouth he had me pinned down on the couch.

"what was that Lee?" he said holding my hands down.

Butterflys erupted in my stomach. I had always had a crush on Matt, who wouldn't? But I knew he would never love a girl like me so I never got my hopes up with him.

We messed around and got everything set up for the party tomorrow before I had to leave around 10PM. I was always deathly afraid to go home.. thats why I practically lived at Matts house.

When I got to my house I saw both my parents cars in the driveway and chills ran all throughout my body. I tried to open the door as slowly and quietly as I could so no one would hear me. But it was no use, my dad shot up from the couch the second I came inside. He started stumbling over to me.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you know how damn late it is?" He was so close I could smell the alcohol laced on his breath.

"I...I was at a friends house" I stuttered whenever I talked to my dad. Especially when he got this close to me.

"Thats a bullshit lie"

"Where else would I have been, huh?" I was getting angry now, considering we went threw this every single night. 

"Ha, sounds like someones got an attitude goin on?"

And with that he grabbed me by my arm and slammed me up against the wall. I knew there was going to be a bruise on my arm from how hard he was squeezing it. 

"I.. I'm sorry..it..it won't happen again"

He looked at me straight in the eyes. His alcohol laced breath hitting my face. The anger behind his eyes always made me question him. How could someone be so angry at there child for just being alive?

After a few more seconds he finally threw me down and screamed "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE"

I ran straight up to my room and locked the door. I didn't even cry anymore. I finally realized a few years ago that crying doesn't get you anywhere. Besides, I don't feel anything anymore, everything is just numb.

I walked over to the mirror and looked at my arm and back. My arm was bright red and I could see a bruise forming of his exact finger prints gripped around my arm. And as for my back, well the entire thing was already black and blue. I had no idea what I was going to do about the pool party tomorrow... I deffinetly couldn't wear a bathing suit. No one besides Matt knew anything that went on at my home. And Matt didn't even know everything, only about the screaming and fighting of my parents. I was not trying to tell him any time soon about the bruises.