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Tending to My Needs

Havana.

I arrived at school and felt sort of better about myself. Which is weird, maybe because someone knows the half of me. And I didn't expect it to be Chris. Yesterday went downhill after Chris left. His father was just horrible as usual. He yelled, he threw things and, hit me and threw me around like a rag doll. But I did nothing wrong! I pray to God every night, I'm a good Christian girl. I just want to know what I did wrong. I approached my locker and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Chris, looking gloomy as ever.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know what else to say but, I promise on everything that I won't hurt you anymore. I swear, I'm going to change for the better. I don't want to be like my father." Chris expressed.

He looked up at me and grew very surprised.

"What happened to you?" Chris asked, as he examined my face.

What is he talking about there's nothing on my face, I covered everything up. I started to grow weary and I opened my locker. I glanced in my small locker mirror and almost died right then and there. One of my bruises is still sort of visible! I quickly gathered my things for class as the bell rung.

"I have to go." I whispered lightly, and started to sprint down the hall until an arm grabbed me.

"Havana, what happened to you? Did my father do this to you?" Chris asked, sternly.

I can't tell him at all. Ugh, where's Zayn when you need him? Chris pulled me down the hall and into the girl's bathroom, as I moaned in pain at his grip of my arm.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, sitting me on the counter of the sink. "Do you have like something to cover the bruise up better?" Chris questioned.

He grabbed my purse and rummaged through it until he found my small makeup kit.

"Uh, what exactly do I use?" Chris questioned.

I pointed to the concealer and he grabbed it and opened it. He dabbed his finger in it and inched towards my face. He lightly tapped the concealer onto the bruise. I winced a little as he kept apologizing. Ha, my bully tending to my needs. I never thought I'd see the day. He stopped applying the concealer and came closer to my face. I grew nervous as to what his next action would be.

"It's not noticeable up close anymore." Chris said, backing away.

I got off the sink and looked in the mirror. I smiled on the inside.

"Thank you. I uh, well we have to get to class." I spoke.

Chris nodded, as I walked to the door and out the bathroom as he followed.

***

I hate to say it but, I guess Chris was being serious. He hasn't bothered me all day. Now, I'm sitting in my last class of the day, history.

"When I hand you this paper, do NOT turn it over." My history teacher scorned.

He went through each row and passed out a lavender colored paper.

"Okay, you may turn them over."

Everyone quickly turned then over and every single girl, including me, gasped.

"Prom?!" A random girl squealed.

I grew all giddy and excited inside.

"Yes, prom is approaching very soon. All you need to know is on that paper."

After that the bell rang for dismissal.

"Have a great weekend!"

I couldn't stop smiling. Prom! I can't wait to tell mother! She'll be so excited, hell even more than me! I rushed to my locker and gathered my things.

"In a rush I see."

I turned around to see Zayn.

"Yes! I have to tell my mom about prom! She always talked about hers and how she couldn't wait for mine." I replied, getting my bookbag.

Zayn chuckled and said,

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm taking you out somewhere."

"Well I hope it's not Texas!" I joked, closing my locker.

"Oh god, I remember that. I still can't believe that you fell for that." Zayn laughed, closing his locker and grabbing my hand.

"Oh shut up!"

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