I walked up to the bus stop and tried my hardest to ignore Jerid and not move. Then I heard his voice... but I knew not to react.
"Hey Kendra are you okay? Please just talk to me I worry about you. I know we just met but I do not trust Edward." He reaches out and touches my arm and I flinch and whip around. "Hey now, it's okay it is just me, you are okay. What is wrong?"
I face him "I can't be talking to you, Edward said not to and I can't disobey him." I think about the consequences and I jump.
"Hey shh it's okay you can trust me I promise. I won't tell him and you will be safe." He looked at my face and my arms and saw the discoloration from the foundation. "Umm Kendra you know your face and body are 2 different colors right?"
I hesitated before answering "Yes... I know."
"Please tell me what happened. I want to help you."
I face him and wipe off all of the makeup and tell him the whole story. He looked at me straight in the eyes and wipes my tears away.
He looked at me straight into my eyes and tells me that I have done nothing wrong and that he wants to help me get out.
I questioned him, why would he want to help a girl he just met? Or even how can he?
But I turned around to get onto the bus, without a word from my mouth.
Then when it gets time for lunch he sits by me. I was very surprised actually. No one ever sits with the new girl. Just when I turned to ask him something, he grabbed my hand and he held it close to him and looked me in the eyes.
"I will do everything in my power to protect you from here on out. You are too special and amazingly beautiful to let someone do this to you." His face softens and a slow smile appears on his face.
"You can not be serious! Why would anyone want to help a girl that is broken and abused? And you seriously think that I am beautiful?"
"Why? Because behind all of the makeup and the bruises I see a girl that just needs someone to believe in her and truly love her for once." He smiles and looks at me so deep, that for once in my life I think that I kinda want to stay...
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True Home
General FictionBeing told that your own mother did not want you says something doesn't it? I've been a foster kid all my life, and when all you have done is worked for the family that wanted to "care" for you then ending back where you stared sucks. So maybe this...
