Waking up on monday mornings is usually a breeze for me. I get up, give my parents their usual advil, and go for a nice ride on my skateboard, or hang with Heather. Well today is different, today is the first day of Senior Year. Where hell meets reality.
I wake up, and head to the bathroom, grab 2 dixie cups and the advil, and place it on my parents table. Then I go back into the bathroom and take a shower. After everything is done, I go into my room and put my messy hair into a braid, put on a white crop top, with a pair of jeans, and a leather jacket, my combat boots, grab my cellphone and head downstairs.
I reach the bottom of the stairs, and see my father sitting on the couch. I am very surprised and try to tip-toe to the kitchen. He hears me and turns his head and looks at me. His eyes are red, and his face looks older. He looks like he has been up for hours. He nods at me and i nod at him. I head to the kitchen, and brag a banana, and go to leave the house.
"Olivia.." My father whispers, as he is still facing away from me. I stop right and the door and turn around. Don't expect anything from this monster. "Yes?" I say as I stay still with my hand on the knob.
"Is today the 9th?" He asks with his voice cracking at the end. I know what he is talking about and I shift here I am standing, "Yes, it is."
He couchs trying to steady his voice, "So that means today a year ago.."
"Yes dad, a year ago, Mike and I got in the Car accident." I said, so my dad didn't have to finish the sentence. I know that is why he is asking about the date. He wants me to feel bad for what happened.
"Go.'' He whispers, I can bearly hear him as he says this. I stand still and don't move. For a second I actually miss the father I used to have. The man that used to rock me to sleep every night if I had a bad dream. The man I used to love. "I said go!" He says as he turns around a whips a beer bottle at me. The glass smashes on the wall, which caused me to jump, and hurry out the house. I rush down the steps, put my skateboard on the ground, and skate to school.
I arrive at school and I am still in shock about what happened at my house. I can't believe I actually stood there and talked to him. I should have known what he would do. I hop off of my skateboard and bend down to grab it with my left hand. As I do, a shooting pain goes up my arm. I look up to see Heather rushing towards me.
"Hey Heather, How was your wee-" I say but she cuts me off grabbing my arm.
"Shit Olivia what did you do?" She said trying to move my jacket to see my arm. Pain comes acrossed me and my face can show it. "We need to get you to the Hospital!"
"NO! Please Heather no, I can't do that, they will find out and it will be bad, please!" I plead to her covering up my arm. She looks at me and I know what she is thinking. She knows we can't go to the Hospital without a good excuse.
Heather looks down at the ground trying to think of a good idea. She stays there for a while, just thinking. Then she suddenly looks up. "I got it! Come with me!" She says grabbing my good arm and running in the direction of the Motorcycles. I know exactly what she is doing. We run up to Jace and his group of friends, he is smoking, and looks up to meet my eyes, but I look down, avoiding eye contact.
"And here are the two ladies I was just talking about,." He says with a smirk on his face still looking at me, "Do I finally get to know your name now, mystery girl?" He chuckles. Finally I get the courage to look him in the eyes, and his facial expression changes right away. He is over at my side in a second. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong, this is what's wrong!" Heather whisper-shouts and she lifts my jacket up to expose my deep cut, with glass particles in it. Jace takes one look at it, and back at me. His mouh is in a straight line and his jaw is clenched.
"Mark, can i borrow your car keys?" He turns around to the boy with the beanie on, and the boy nods his head and throws him the keys. He turns aroound, puts his arm around my back, and in seconds I'm being carried, by Hulk over here.
"Jace it's not my legs that are hurt, I'm fine to walk." I said squirming in his hands, trying to get him to put me down.
"C'mon princess, it's not everyday Prince Charming gets to carry a damsel in distress to his friends car!" He chuckles while still carrying me to the old beat up truck.
"We need a good excuse for what happened!" Says Heather, "We can't just go to the hospital." Before I can reach for the car door, Jace grabs my face gently, leaving me no choice but to look him in the eyes. "What exactly happened to your arm?" He asks searching my eyes. His stare is too intense, that I look at the clouds in the sky. They are so puffy and white, I wonder if you could sit on them. They are almost like marshmallows floating in thin air.
Jace moves his hand and opens the back of the truck for me, "Mark has a broken skateboard, we can say you fell, and there was glass on the ground." He says as I slip into the back seat. He closes the door and hops into the drivers seat, with Heather in the passenger seat. He starts the engine, and looks at heather. I hear a murmer, but I can't see her face.
In seconds his face drains and his fist is being slammed into the steering wheel. The whole truck falls silent, you could hear a pin drop. Jace gives himself a couple of seconds to relax, before putting the car in drive. He gives me a quick look in the mirror, and his eyes look so sad. Almost disapointed.
Just the way I want to start out Senior year.
