Chapter 8.
"What is that on your face!" Pa screams.
"Make up Mary gave it to me" I say.
"Damn that girl" pa's hand comes hard on my face.
I fall to the ground I pick myself up and run out of the house. That's what I've learned to do fight back doesn't do anything it just makes it worst...I've learned to run. The next few months a pass very quickly very fewer and fewer calls from Brantley. I wondered why I guessed he lost interest in me but I soon found out the darker truth. The phone call came at 3 in the morning. It was Brantley's mama I'd met her before. She was crying.
"What's...whats?' Wrong?" I asked my voice shook.
"Brantley's he's he's been in a accident"she said bursting into tears.
"Is he...alive" It was so blunt I wish I wouldn't have asked that.
"Yes" she said.
"I'm driving out there tonight" I said hanging up. I packed and wrote a note to my parents explaining what happened. I don't care what pa says or does when I get home I'm 18 I can do whatever I want. I was crying so hard I hoped I wouldn't crash.
