Million Paper Cuts

Chapter 2

"Dad?" I whisper.

I sit up and looked around my huge bedroom. Nobody was there.
"Huh? This is kinda weird. It must have been a dream." I say very silently.
I get up and unwrap myself from my 'Nightmare Before Christmas' bed sheets. I walk into the bathroom and look into the rusty mirror. My bleach blonde hair was messed up terrifyingly, it was like a bomb just blew my hair all over the place.

I grab a hairbrush and start to tease and comb my already messed up hair. Afterwards, I hurried and got dressed into some black skinny jeans, a white 'Of Mice and Men' band tee, and my black beanie.

I live with my father alone and I drive myself to school back and forth all the time, cause he works 12 hours a day. So, I barely get to see my father that much. I only see him on weekends.

I grab my bag and head out the door with my keys.

I go to the door and pulled it open, I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turn around and see it was my father.

Why is he here?

I try to pull my hand away to get out of his grip, but he kept gripping tighter. I assume that he got apparently drunk last night with his buddies.

"Where are you going, Ashton? Let your 'Old Papa Bear' give you a kiss before you leave" My dad said while grabbing my other wrist.

"Dad, please no," I beg him. "What did I ever do?

I suddenly feel a sting on my cheek. I felt as if Lucifer had gotten his pitch fork and stabbed me in the left side of my jaw.

I start to cry, I finally pulled away from his grip and ran to my car.

Still crying, I get out of my car and head up to the school doors and grab onto the handle. I release my hand and backed away from the door, looking down. I look up for a second and look to the left seeing Jacob walk around the wall. He looks at me and starts to run up to me.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked confused.

Silence. Silence was all I gave him.

I slide down the wall and sit there with my legs up against my chest and wrapping my arms around them, leaving my head rest onto my knees.

"Who hit you on the cheek?" Jacob asked confused.

I stayed quiet.

I started to sob, and Jacob sits next to me.

"I'm sorry"

Rain came down instantly, I hated being alone as a kid and being in the dark, always hearing the rain. It starts to sprinkle and then pour, I hugged my legs tighter.

Jacob pulls me into a hug, where now I am crying onto his shoulder.

"My father hit me." I mumbled.

I felt something so soft lace around my fingers. It seems to be his hand. His hand, so soft, smooth, and big. I held his hand so tight.

"I am so sorry about what happened." Jacob whispered in my ear.

"It's fine. You don't have to feel bad for me." I say into his neck.

His hand grabbed mine tightly. He starts to cry.

"No, no. Don't cry." I tell him.

He just looks up and smirks. I laughed a bit.

"See I made you laugh!" Jacob yelled over the sound of rain.

We are still soaking wet from this damn rain. I feel bad that Jacob has to sit here and hold me tight.

"Sure. I know I laughed, but still I am a bit upset." I yell back.

He smiles and asks, "How does it feel, when you are hurt so badly that you can't even move?"

I look up at him and said, " It feels so numb that I can't even explain."

After our little we start to head inside

We let go and smiled and said our goodbye's.

We got our stuff for class and headed to every single one without hesitation to say "hi" while we past each other in the halls.

A while later, after our classes we had to go to lunch.

I got up from my seat and start walking down to the cafeteria and grab my lunch.

I sit down at the usual table I always sat at with Jacob. He sits in front of me and takes out an origami paper heart. He hands it to me and smiles.

"I thought of you in the middle of class" he flirts.

This is a little weird since we only knew each other for about a week.

"Thank you. I really like it," I told him.

A million paper cuts. That is what it feels when I am hurt so bad.

"Jacob."

He looks at me with his gorgeous, blue eyes.

"Yes?" He responds.

"The way it feels to be hurt so badly and you're numb. I-it feels like a million paper cuts that had cut you all over your body." I tell him.

"A million?" Jacob exaggerates.

"Yes. A million paper cuts." I copied with a little sass.