Bruises

9: little lies

That morning I woke up with unclear thoughts. Nothing made sense, I was exhausted, and I was practically dragging my body around. All I remember from last night was what, the single word that my dad had kept repeating over and over again. And from that only memory I knew that yesterday was not the best.

I push the covers off of me and slowly stand up, my long sweats getting caught beneath my feet. I yawned and shuffled into the bathroom, splashing my face with freezing water. I quickly threw on some mascara, light blush, and caked chap stick on my lips. I sighed at the dreariness that hung in the air like humidity; sticky and unwanted. I quickly threw my hair up in a bun and got dressed before I headed downstairs. I snuck a granola bar, not wanting to hear anything from my father, before I rushed outside with my bag slung over my shoulder and my phone in my hand.

My dark skinny jeans hugged my legs tightly, deep forest brown cami also snug against my skin. I had on a loose cream cardigan that brushed against the fine hairs on my arms.

Once I had arrived at school I was greeted my Ayden. A gentle, sad smile was worn across his face along with his glassy blue eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows, hugging him, asking what was wrong. He didn't do anything except gently but barely hug me back, drawing large circles on my back soothingly. We headed inside next to each other, and he was still tracing those circles, yet on my hand. It confused me, making my mind even more foggy and clouded and stormy. We parted at the main hallway, headed for different directions because of our locker locations.

"Ayden," I murmur, "what's wrong?" I pushed him again and again, but still he gave nothing but a shrug, drew one more circle on my hand, and then left me with nothing. I sighed and headed off to class.

I was shoving things in my locker when I heard a numerous amount of murmurs around me, people scurrying and staring and pointing at the bruised spot on my face. I bit my lip and hurried into homeroom.

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Classes were quiet and went somewhat smooth. I was in French 4 when I noticed a thick, heavy bruise mark on Ayden's leg. The mark made me break out into a nervous sweat, bite my lip, and wonder the worse. And as soon as lunch hour came around I sat right next to him, glaring at the bruise.

"What's the bruise from?" I ask casually, lowering my voice so only he could hear. He winced, bit his lip, and glared at me.

"Just a little running incident," he coughed, turning his eyes to the floor.

"I don't believe you," I sighed. But I didn't bother pressing him anymore. He obviously wasn't going to give in.

I eventually got up and left, unhappy with my lunch. I stuffed it back in my bag and left to go and roam to my locker.

I felt the walls of the school beneath my fingertips, feeling the bumpy paint and everything beneath it. Eventually my fingertips went sort of numb where all I felt was a blur of simply nothing. I finally reached my locker, entering in my combination slowly.

Eight. Six. Five. Nine.

My locker creaked when it opened, the noise bumping against my ear, making me wince slightly. I pushed my lunch bag into my actual bag at the very bottom, watching it all slump and mope into each other.

I heard choppy footsteps come into my hearing. I quickly shut my locker and locked it before turning around to find the boy from the party in front of me, eyes dull and face droopy. He had that same frown from Saturday, the corner of his lips turned down sharply.

"Hey," he said. His voice was deep and raspy, the type of voice that makes you squirm with disgust and almost fear. I nod back, slowly churning my feet so that they headed away from him. "Look, I'm really sorry about last night...," Before I could process everything he was soon stumbling forwards, hand reaching out for me. His fingers grazed where the bruise was on my face, the one that he gave me, before I pushed him away, moving to the side against the cold lockers.

"What the hell?" I growl through my teeth, scowling at him. He glared at me, longingly, a sad look in his eyes. He was soon reaching for me again, hands grazing my hips as he murmured in my ear. I pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face before he could move his hands anywhere else. "What is the matter with you?" I scold him, shivering from his sloppy touch.

"I really am sorry," he whispered. He wasn't right, this whole day wasn't right, nothing was right.

"Don't even think of coming near me," I glare at him before I storm off into the restroom, finding my way into a stall. My stomach churned, upset, and I began to throw up into the toilet. I threw up my disgust, my memories, my feelings.

A/N

So I am probably going to be uploading another chapter tonight, this one was just kind of to show a little scene with the crazy pysco freak from the party, lol

Anyways my day was filled with pure joy (running duh), frustration, anger, and more anger.

So finally I was able to just kind of relax, write, and drink tea lol

Anyways please vote and comment any suggestions!

xoxo