Calum.

5

I got home to hear screaming again and more glass breaking.  I shut the front door and my stepdad stormed over to me. 

"Where the fuck do you think you've been all day!?" He held me up against the wall and punched me in the jaw twice. I shoved him as hard as I could making him hit the wall behind him.  I punched him in the face and drew blood at the corner of his mouth. 

Everything went silent. I walked up to my room shutting and locking the door behind me. I sat on the corner of me bed with my head in my hands. I got up and punched the wall as hard as I could. I hole went right through, showing me the hallway.

My fist hurt like a bitch still, I knew it was going to be fucked by tomorrow.  I drank more of the liquor I had in the bottle.  I took off my shirt and went to bed.

The next morning my hand was visibly fucked.  Purple, red, blue, and veins were spider webbing from the center.  Fuck it, whatever. I jumped in the shower and got dressed afterwards.

I sat down in first class, and put my head down to think  about  why I fuck up the way I do. I heard the chair next to me scrape against the floor indicating someone was next to me. I lifted my head from my arms and sat up.

"Hey Calum." Hazel said with a smile on her face. Why the fuck was she so happy? "What are you so happy about?" I asked folding my arms.

"No reason, just genuinely happy." She pulled out her notebook and a pencil to take notes on today's lecture. "What happened to your hand?" She grabbed my hand in hers and held it up examining it.

"Long story..." I trailed off pulling my hand away. "It's definitely fractured, bruised, and you definitely dislocated some cartilage. You should get it checked out." She looked me in the eyes.

"Are you like a doctor or something?" I asked looking up at her perfectly Hazel eyes. She shook her head no. "So what are you doing working at a bakery?" I asked crossing my arms back again.

"My parents always wanted to open one. So we moved here to do so. A little extreme if you ask me." She chuckled and put her hair behind her ears. Why do girls do that?

I had to get out of this fucking classroom. "You wanna skip class?" I asked kinda squinting my eyes. She nodded her head. We left before the teacher walked into the room.

"So who was that guy you ate pizza with the other day?" We cut into the cafeteria and sat down to relax. She looked down and instantly looked different. "His name is Jason...my ex boyfriend..." She looked back up at me.

"Why'd you break up with him?" I asked crinkling up my forehead. She got all fidgety and nervous I guess, we'll that's how it liked.

"Well we've dated for three years. Last year he started....he was really abusive....and I got really depressed. I still haven't gotten over that part but I decided it was for the better to call it quits." She had a sad look in her eyes. Fuck I killed her happiness by pushing questions.

"Sorry...I shouldn't have asked that..." I apologized. I apologized...AGAIN!??? "No it's alright really." Hazel tried to smile. "Smile. It's cuter than that sad face of yours..." WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY!?!?!?