When I finished my shower I slipped on some fresh clothes then hopped -and by hopped I mean limped- over to my mattress on the floor and started to finish my drawing of gorgeous butterfly that I saw out at the park a week ago.
Just as I was about done with the final touches my phone suddenly started to ring.
Who would have the nerve to call me at this hour?
I picked up my phone, tapped on the answer ancon and held it up to my ear.
"I will track you down." I spoke.
"Hello to you too." That voice sounded way too familiar to be a stranger.
"Harry? How the hell did you get my number?"
"You were the one who fell asleep in detention."
"So you dug through my backpack and stole my phone just so you could call me in the middle of the night?" I questioned.
"Apparently." My eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"What do you want?" I mumbled tiredly as I struggled to cross my legs.
"I just wanted to bother you."
"Okay."
"So what are you up to at eleven o'clock at night." He said as if he had just checked the time.
"Talking to you." I almost smirked as I grabbed my colored pencil and continued coloring my picture. "What about you, hmm?"
"No wait, you can't answer my question like that and then expect me to answer your question."
"Guess what Harry, I don't care."
"Your so fucked up." he laughed as I laughed along with him.
"Like your not."
He hummed in agreement and it suddenly grew quiet between us.
"Bye Harry." I grumbled as I took the phone from between my ear and shoulder and ended the call before he could say anything more.
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I woke suddenly with a banging sound on my door and I immediately knew it was my father.
"Open the door!"
My head pounded as I fumbled out of bed and unlocked the door, preparing to be grounded.
"You got detention all because you couldn't wait till the end of class to get that art book?" he shouted pouting to the mess on the carpet next to my bed.
"You know how much it means to me and the teacher was just slinging it around like it was useless and she wasn't even going to give it back!" I croaked tiredly.
"You're just like your fucking mother." he spat causing me to snap.
"H-How dare you say that! She killed herself dad, and you are just going t -"
Before I could finish speaking I was forcefully yanked by my ams and shoved towards the dresser behind me causing me to fall to the ground and cry out in pain as my ankle twisted sideways against the carpeted floor.
He stood still for a second before he opened his mouth to speak.
"I-I didn't mean to." he gasped as he desperately reached out to me.
"Don't touch me." I spoke furiously as tears rapidly streamed down my face.
He promised he would never ever touch me again.
He bolted out the door and I was left to cry silently to myself, helplessly sitting down on the raggedy flooring.
The door down the hall slammed shut and I jumped.
After finally realizing that sobbing wasn't helping anything, I went into my closet and pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it on over my tank top. Then, I went to the bathroom and I splashed my face repeatedly with freezing cold water until I eventually stopped sniffling like an idiot.
Once got myself together I put in my earbuds as I put on my tattered house shoes, grabbed my stuff, and headed downstairs carefully to catch the morning bus trying not to remember the past.
As soon as I got to school I immediately headed to the nurses office for my note to get out of gym and an ice pack, and even though I repeatedly told the short warm eyed lady that I was fine holding the ice bag myself, but she ended up taping the thing around my ankle forcefully anyway.
"It's too heavy." I grumbled, rubbing my face tiredly.
"Suck it up sweetheart, I'm doing this for your own good."
"You're lucky I like you." I laughed as she smiled. She has always been the one of few adults I trust in this school.
"Did your dad drive you here?" she questioned sitting next to me on the bed.
"Nah, I took the bus." I sighed, thinking back to what happened just a few minutes back.
"Nice outfit by the way." she chuckled amusingly as she gestured to my superman pajama pants.
"You know what I take that back, I don't like you." I laughed shaking my head.
"Tough love. You should get going, the first bell is going to ring soon."
"Okay," I frowned carefully getting of the hard mattress and onto the tiled floor. I was expecting to almost fall over from the pain but the pressure was enough to handle -still hurt like hell- but bearable.
Although I hate attention, I definitely feel better about the fact that I decided to wear these bright red house shoes, because they are really comfy.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome." she smiled warmly.
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