hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter two

I hate my parents.

They're always drinking. They take the money that I earn and waste it on drinks. And when they drink, they get very aggressive.

I have new bruises everyday. I use concealer to cover them up. My mum and dad never notice when they're sober. I barely see them when they're sober, anyway. I get up early, go to work, come home late, and head straight to bed.

Last night I thought I was safe. I thought I was quiet, but apparently I wasn't quiet enough.

Just before I fell asleep I heard loud footsteps storming upstairs. My bedroom door flew open and let's just say I'm in a lot of pain right now.

I finished applying the concealer and made my way to work.
•••
Of course, later that day, Rye and his two followers walked in. I mentally rolled my eyes as they walked over.

"Hello Fowler, how are you today?" Rye smirked.
"I'm fine." I lied through a fake smile. "What can I get for you?" I asked.
"Same as yesterday. Make it quick, I'm not in the mood to hang about today. I want it to go." He snapped. I sighed and started making his tea.

"Here you are." I said, sliding it over the pretty brown haired boy. I won't deny it; I do find Rye quite attractive. But most people do so it's not a big deal to me. Rye passed over the money and picked up his drink.

"Thanks dork." He said and made his way out the shop. I sighed. Why does he hate me? What did I ever do to him?
•••
Later on that day I did the same thing I did yesterday. I hung up my apron, pulled on my hoodie, said goodbye to my co-workers and made my way home. Except this time, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry 'bout that." I squeaked. I looked up and saw familiar brown eyes.

"Hello, Fowler." Rye smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"And suddenly I'm not sorry anymore." I stated and tried to carry on walking but Rye grabbed my wrist.

"Let go of me." I said angrily, shaking my wrist.

"Ooh, feisty one we got here." Rye cackled and I rolled my eyes again.

"Listen here, Beaumont. I'm not in the mood for your stupid little games. You are going to let go of me and we're going to carry on walking. Got it?" I spat in his face. Rye looked taken aback, but he didn't let go.

"And what if I don't, huh? what if I don't let go, huh?"

"Then I won't hesitate to hurt you." I growled. Little does Rye know I have defended myself on many occasions. Rye just laughed and his grip got tighter. I flinched in pain. I had a bruise there.

"You? Hurt me? Ha, I'd like to see you try." He challenged. His grip continued to get tighter until I was on the verge of tears.

"Rye, you're hurting me." I stated, trying to keep a straight face.

"So?" He said with a smirk. I was done with him. In one move, I swiftly lifted up my knee and hit him right in between his legs. Rye instantly let go of my wrist and fell to the ground in pain. I crouched down next to him.

"I told you I wouldn't hesitate to hurt you." I smirked. I felt a little bad but I pushed the guilt aside and made my way home.