"even my darkness shines for you"
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annies pov:
i wrote,
"why do i always ruin the good things in my life? i mean, it's not like there is much 'good things' given to me, why do i give them up? why do i end up hurt and destroyed? why do i let in the people who have hurt me the most and not the ones who have tried given me the world?"
in my notebook as everything that happened yesterday started piling up in my head. i overreacted. i didn't trust him. but could you blame me? i don't trust anyone, but i do realize i did really overreact. ugh whatever. i should just stop talking about this.
i got ready for school as i headed downstairs to see someone unexpected.
my father.
he is never home during the week. he looked mad and looked like he drank...
(d: dad | a: annie)
a: what are y-you doing here?
d: it's MY house.
he was mad.
a: okay...will i'm just going to head to school a bit earlier than usual.
i needed to get out before anything happened but he didn't let that slide.
d: not. so. fast.
he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. he punched me in the face twice. i saw the empty bottle of beer and tried reaching for it but then he pushed me back making my head crash into the wall. he pulled me up by my shirt and said "you're a disgrace." punching me once more and dropping me. everything became a blur and slowly my vision went black.
2 hours later
i woke up, laying on the floor surrounded by broken glass. he probably did all that before leaving. i tired getting up which took a few minutes. it's already 10:24a.m, i'm debating whether to go to school or not. well, i need to get the heck out of here. i got my bag and phone and left. not looking at my face which was a big mistake.
i finally arrived at school, running to my 4th period class which i don't understand why if i'm already super late so there wasn't any point. on the way to my class this boy stopped me, i've never seen him before.
a: oh jeez, i'm so sorry! i always do this!
??: it's fine but are you okay?! your face is all bruised up
he gently placed his hand on my cheek which my me flitch in pain. fuck i forgot to cover up my face with make-up. oh gosh...
??: what happened? who hurt you?
a: oh uh, i was running and i hit a pole. stupid me am i right? ha...
he didn't say anything but grabbed my arm, leading me to a storage room that had everything you could think of. gym clothes, paper, tables, first aid kit and lots more. he closed the door and locked it. he pulled out a chair, signaling me to sit so i did. he went over to where the first aid stuff were at. he came over to me and placed the kit on the table next to me. he still didn't say a word but clean my face up. he covered up my little cuts, he cleaned up my bruises by putting some cream that supposedly heals bruises. throughout this i was just admiring him, well his eyes. they were a beautiful calm green with hazel around it, his light brown hair that was perfectly on the side, his gentle touch. wow, i don't say this much but this boy is hot. he finally finished and still didn't say a word. he put everything back and pulled out another chair, sitting on it right in front of me.
a: thank you...
??: no need
he spoke calmly
??: can you please tell me what actually happened? i promise i won't say anything but i know for sure that all didn't happened because you ran into a pole. you could trust me.
a: but i don't even know you to trust you
we both were speaking in a calm whisper tone.
??: i'm...
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find out next chapter who this 'hot' boy is, any thoughts? comment who you think it is!
also, sorry for not posting in awhile & sorry this chapter was so short! i've been so busy! i'll try to post more chapters soon! 💜
