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"WHERE are you going Cameron?" Roman asked, per usual.
"To the bus station, hasn't changed," I said grabbing a beanie and sliding it on.
"Cameron, I swear to god," Roman said under his breathe. Our parents had another big fight last night. My dad through a book at my back, leaving a giant bruise. But Roman got it worse. My dad punched him in the face. He couldn't see out of his left eye.
"Ro, if something's wrong, I'll be at Marley's okay? Don't worry," I said giving a side hug and then waltzing our of the front door.
I needed to get away from that fucking house. It was a living hell there.
I have avoided seeing everyone since Saturday when, well you know what happened.
It's been 4 days, and being at home really wasn't doing anything for me.
I rode the bus until I got downtown, the bus dropping me off across the street away from Ray's.
I inhaled and walked across, cautiously.
My back was sore, like more than it had been earlier.
It felt like someone had ripped my skin off.
"Summer!" Rubin yelled from the back standing up.
Everyone else's eyes followed me, as I walked in.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Rubin asked holding my face in his hands and I shook my head.
"I had the stomach flu," I lied through my teeth and I watched Fuckshit roll his eyes.
"You missed Sunburn's mom scolding Ray," Fourthgrade said hugging me and patting my back.
I flinched, and quickly disconnected.
"What's up Summer you're acting weird," Stevie said and I shrugged. "Nothing, Stevie. Was your mom pissed about your head?" I asked back pointing at Stevie's head that was wrapped in a white bandage.
"I'm fine, my mom freaked out for no reason," Stevie responded and I smiled.
I sat down next to Fuckshit, and I watched him eye me from the corner of my eye.
I shifted uncomfortably, my back was searing with pain. Fuckshit continued to stare, and I became paranoid.
Why the fuck was he staring at me?!
"Summer come with me," he whispered in my ear. He took me outside, past the fence.
"Turn around," he said and I stood facing him with my arms crossed against my chest.
"What the fuck is going on?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.
"Turn the fuck around Summer!" He yelled so I did.
He lifted my shirt, and exposed the bruise.
"You're fucking bleeding. What the fuck happened Summer?!" Fuckshit panicked holding my arm.
"N-n-Nothing, I fell down the stairs yesterday," I mumbled and Fuckshit shook his head.
"You're bleeding through your shirt, fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell, Summer? Who fucking did this to you?!" He yelled spinning me around.
I shook my head calmly. I couldn't risk anything. Roman and I could get taken away.
"I fucking fell Fuckshit! Why don't you fucking believe me? It's none of your fucking business either," I yelled back and he turned away from me.
"How could you be so fucking oblivious Summer. I like you, a lot! If your hurt, I'll fucking kill whoever hurt you. So please tell me what the fuck is going on right now? You're the only one who hasn't opened up. Rubin's mom has every fucking mental disorder and beats him, Ray's little brother died a few years back, Fourthgrade is so poor that he can't afford socks! I have to deal with two parents one with Alzheimer's the other with bipolar disorder. So what the fuck is up Summer. I'm trying to get fucking help you, as a friend." He finished and I was shocked.
"My parents are getting a divorce, and yesterday they had a fight resulting in my brother getting punched in the face, and my dad throwing something at me. It was coming so fast, so I turned around and I got hit in the back. I know it's not really a big," he grabbed me and hugged me, his hands on my head.
"Please don't sleep there tonight," He whispered and cried a little, nodding.
"Can you stay at Ray's?" He asked pulling away and I nodded.
"Hey come in the shop, I'll get Ray to clean you up," he said looking me in the eyes. He was the most serious I had seen him, ever.
As we began to walk back I noticed something, "How did you know I was bleeding?" I asked.
"Your shirt has spots of blood on it," he said and I rolled my eyes, "this is my favorite shirt."
