What Happened To Forever?

Chapter 2

~* 3 years later *~

What do you wear when you want to slip under the radar? Well, actually this is easy considering I have next to no choices. My wardrobe is pretty limited at the moment, so I grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and a grey t-shirt. Simple and unassuming.  Perfect.

Its not much, but its all I have right now. As soon as I'm old enough I'm getting the hell out of here, but until then, I'm stuck. With Victor.

Lucky for me, I don't have any current bruises residing on my arms, so for today, thank goodness, I can wear a short sleeved shirt.

First day of school means the summer weather has yet to fade. The sun is beating down with no avail and the air is so thick it's almost hard to breathe.

I looked at myself in the mirror making sure I was semi presentable. Knowing me, I majorly screwed up. I forgot to mask the bruises. I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom and dabbed on the cover up under my eyes and on my cheek. It looks okay. Not my best job, but it'll do. 

Nahhh, why risk it? I put my coverup in my bag and went back to my room in search of my sunglasses. I found them pretty quickly and dashed to grab my backpack. Leaving my room as quietly as possible, I tiptoed to the living room. The last thing I want to do is wake up a drunken Victor.

He's asleep on the armchair with his arms sprawled out with a beer bottle. Of course he would fall asleep with a half full bottle of beer in his hand.

I set my stuff next to the door and went back to Victor. I turned off the tv and threw away the empty bottles.

'Take a deep breath Emily. Be quiet and he won't wake up.' I said in my head trying to calm myself down.

Maybe I should just leave it in his hand.

No, Because if I do that, he'll just blame me for the beer that will eventually be spilled on the carpet.

He'll flip if its not there when he wakes up though!

But maybe he'll be too drunk to remember having one in his hand?

My internal debate continued only for a minute longer seeing as I had no time to waste.

I approached his sleeping figure already feeling the regret forming. I slowly pried the bottle from his hand. Almost there.

"Whab are yout dgooing?" Oh no. He's waking up. From his obvious slurring, he is also highly intoxicated. I quickly pulled the bottle from his hand and put it on the table. Grabbing my stuff, I bolted for the door.

Free at last. I took a deep breath of the hot, sticky summer air and I immediately felt calmer. I slid my glasses off the top of my head onto my eyes. Better.

I began my mile journey on foot to the high school.

Sophomore year. I should be excited, happy. I should also be looking forward to new friends, social events, clubs, even a possible boyfriend. But I'm not that lucky. Instead I'm dreading that my makeup will come off or that I'll fail school and never be able to leave.

That's not going to happen.I won't let that happen. I'll get straight A's, find something worthwhile to put on a college app, and I will get out of here. 

I have to.

Half an hour later, I'm outside of the school and ten minutes late. I ran inside the building past the endless rows of lockers and deserted hallways till I found my class. I took a deep breath preparing myself for the wrath of my new teacher, seeing as I was late, and walked in. I opened the door and as soon as I stepped inside, every ones eyes were on me. Definitely not how I wanted to start the year.