Is it love? or Is it Protective love? (ON HOLD UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 2

I woke up to my dad banging on my bedroom door.

"Isabel get up and get ready for school!" He yelled from behind the door.

"Yes sir im getting up." I yelled back.

I finally got out of my bed and walked in my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that the spot where my dad slapped me got a little red, and my cheek was a little swollen. I went and took my shower. I got out and wrapped the towel around me. I went to my closet and picked out my outfit for today I grabbed my sweat pants and a shirt. I didnt dress up. Whats the point of me getting dressed up if I'm just going to get teased? I went in my bathroom and looked for my makeup. I found some foundation I put it on my cheek. I looked in the mirror, the bruise on my face is not as noticeable anymore.  I walked downstairs to find my dad sitting on the couch.

"Isabel come here." He beckoned to me. I walked over to my dad I wonder what he wants now.

"Isabel go back upstairs and change into something else."

"Why? There is no need for me to go upstairs and change. No one is going to notice me. I'm just going to get teased like I always do." I told him not really thinking about who I am talking to.

My dad walked up to me pulled me by my hair and threw my head against the wall. Then he punched me in the face and in the stomach.

"Now I dare you to speak to me that way again and you will see what will happen to you." He threatened me.

"Yes sir." I said while coughing

I finally got up and walked out the front door and I started my walk to school. I knew I was going to be late but it just doesn't matter much to me. I go to school because I don't want to be in the house near my dad. I'd rather be teased and bullied than beat up and cursed at all day.

I finally got to school. When I got there it was already time for my first class to start. I walked to my locker and I got the books I had needed. After I got my books I walked to my first class. People of course started talking about me. They would always say that I am ugly, I'm a piece of shit, I'm worthless and no one would like me. I walked into class I headed straight to the back of the classroom. I took my seat. This is going to be a long day. I took my notebook and pen out of my bag. The classroom door opened. I looked up to see who would walk in.

"Everyone this is Jordan. Jordan go take a seat in the back." The teacher introduced him.

There was only one seat left and that was next to me. Just my luck the new kid has to sit next to me.

"Do I know you from some where?" Jordan asked me confused

"I dont know." I said still staring at my desk. He looks like that boy at the party last night. Wait a second. He is the boy from the party. Oh gosh I hope he doesn't recognize me.

"Wait I did see you some where. You were that girl at the party last night, you were serving drinks and snacks."

Great, just my luck he did recognize me. This is going to be one long class period.

"Yeah, that was me." I said sullenly, I wished he hadn't. That will make this just a whole lot harder. He's the new kid and he might already know what happens to me at home. Hopefully not.

The teacher finally started teaching the class. Jordan took out a sheet of paper and started writing something on it. He handed it to me.

'what was that man doing to you last night?' It read.

I reread the note. Come to think about last night I dont even know what he was trying to do to me.

'I really don't know what he was trying to do to me. Why are you even talking to me no one around here talks to me' I wrote back. Really I want to know. Can I trust him?