Until It Hurts

Chapter 3

♋Tate♋

I was woken up from my deep sleep by someone shaking my shoulders lightly. The room was dark and the lamp on the night stand was on.

In front of me with her hand on my shoulder was Mrs. Fields, Spencer’s mom, "Oh hunny I’m so sorry to wake you up but your mother called, she would like for you to go home." She lightly smiled at me.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up. To my left was a half asleep Spencer, "What’s wrong?" she turned towards us, "My mom wants me home." I groaned, "Do I need to drive you?" she yawned with her eyes still shut. "No ill just walk, Thank you Mrs. Fields sorry that my mom woke you up." I stepped out of the amazing bed, "No problem Hun." She hugged me and smiled walking out the door to go back to bed.

Spencer is just like her mom, amazingly kind and selfless. Wish my family had some of that.

"Night Spence." I grabbed my bag, "Night Tate, I’ll pick you up tomorrow." I turned out the lights and let myself out.

It was dark and quiet outside. At least on this side of town. Spencer lived in the nice part of town, in a beautiful neighbor hood with peace and quiet. I on the other hand lived in the low life side of town. Where there were gangs, fights, and others things within that category.

The farther I walked the silence seemed to drain away as voices and damage filled its presence. I started to hug myself from the cold night air. Every time I’d walk home id count the street lights from Spencer’s house to mine. There were forty-seven dull busted up street lights.

I walked by a few empty alley ways before I heard voices in one. I picked up my pace to get as far away as I could. When I saw my house grief and relief washed over me. Grief knowing that my mom’s up and ready to blow up in my face and relief from knowing that I’ll be safe once I’m in that house.

I opened the door and tried walking straight to my room but of course that never works, “What in the hell makes you think you can worry me like that? Do you know how stressed I was thinking Carlos snatched you up!” she stood up from the seat at our rotting dinner table, her hair was in curlers and her face was covered in a green face mask, “Why do you care if he does? Oh cause the police will come here and find all your drugs and take you to the dog house? Cause I sure as hell know you don’t give two shits about me!” I fought back, “You watch your tongue bitch your brother is asleep and I know you defiantly don’t want your father out here.” I scoffed; the fact that she would call him my father disgusted me.  The thought of it makes me want to puke, “I’m going to bed.” I rolled my eyes, “You’d better.” I slammed my door shut and immediately fell onto my bed.

Staring at the ceiling I thought to myself, I need to get out of here. Graduation couldn’t come sooner.

I reached down in my bag and pulled out my acceptant letter. I had gotten accepted to Julliard. Call it cliché but I was going to try and make it as an actress.

I have always dreamed of being in front of a camera and people all over the US filling up movie theaters just to see a movie that I’m staring in. The thought excited me.

I held the letter tight to my chest, my ticket out of here.

I woke up to the sound of glass breaking and my parents yelling over each other.

I looked at my phone; I had an hour before Spencer would be here. I stretched and started to get ready. I picked out a pair of grey sweats and a black long sleeve shirt, it was starting to get cold now that were in the middle of November.  I threw the clothes on and put my hair in a messy bun. I rolled my sleeves up and changed my bandage carefully. I took a moment to just stare and admire the marks I have given myself. I like to think of them as battle scars, not a way to coup. I know that’s stupid but it’s the only positive thing I can make from it. I slid on some ugg boots and was ready to go.