His Bleeding Scar

Chapter 3:

Anais' POV

I stared at him with a stern look.

"You must still hate me," he faked a chuckle and smiled sadly.

"Glad you know that," I replied and continued to climb but he called me again.

"Look, I just want to check if you're okay Anais. I'm your father so it's normal for me to be worried about you," he said.

"Really?" I asked and faked a chuckle. Dang this man.

"You should've thought of that years ago," I stated.

"I understand that you're still mad at me but don't stop me from being a father to you," he said.

I laughed out loud and gave him a thumbs down sign. I know it's disrespectful if I respond that way but you can't also stop me if I feel only hatred towards him. You don't know the pain of losing your hope to have a complete family.

I entered my room and banged the door. My mom must have been controlling herself there. I know that she hates my dad- no, Henry too but I also know she still loves him. My poor mom, trapped between hating and loving him at the same time. I shook my head at the thought and jumped on my bed. My body and brain needs to rest from the weariness the reality is giving me.

- - -

I woke up from the sound of my alarm and groaned. I looked at it and saw that it was 7:06 in the morning. I still have time, I thought to myself and went back to sleep.

"Anais!" my mom called out behind the door.

"What?" I groaned.

"Get up there young lady!" she demanded.

"But it's still early," I replied and grumbled.

"Early? It's quarter to 8 already!"

I instantly got up from bed and looked for my phone. My mind froze for a moment after I saw that it was 7:46 am. I shook my head and scolded myself. I must have slept for another 40 minutes!

I hurried to take a bath and dressed myself. I didn't even eat my breakfast which made my mom scold at me more. I can't afford to be late! You see, even though I'm quite the ''bad girl" type, I still love my education.

As I arrived at the school, I sprinted through hallways and then to my class. Everyone snapped and turned their heads to me. I awkwardly smiled and hesitantly waved at them, making myself look like a pitiful idiot. Ms. Huffington cleared her tone and put her book down.

"Good morning Ms. Addington. Mind to share the reason why you're late?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Ms. Huffington is one of the strictest teachers here in Bertenelli High. You'll be scared to piss her, I'm dead serious.

"Uh...I uhhh..." I thought of words and scratched my neck.

"You what? Will you please elaborate it for the sake of this class?" she asked and this is the starting point where you get to see her mad.

"Uhmmm...I happened to lose track of time,"

"You happened? Like it wasn't intentional?" she pushed.

"Uh...kind of?" I shrugged in a slower way.

"I'm sorry Ms. Huffington. I really didn't mean it to happen," I replied.

"You do know that I hate students being late in my class. It's for your own sake too. I don't want you to miss a single detail of my discussion, get it?" she slammed her hand on the table making us more attentive to her.

"Yes Ms. Huffington," I looked down and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, now go to your seat and listen!" she demanded.

I followed her instruction and sat down, placing my bag beside my chair. I took note of what she wrote in the board and did as what I was told. You know, when my life is at stake I can be a very obliging girl. Nothing scares me more than Ms. Huffington, oh I'm scared of my mom too. Moms can be scary when they're mad. Sorry mom, I'm just being honest.

As I was engrossed to her discussion, someone poked my side making me giggle. Giving you a fun fact about me, I'm ticklish. I turned to look at the person but doing that made me tick off.

I facepalmed and sighed heavily. "Will you please stop annoying me? Even just for a moment?"

He just smiled and leaned forward making me clench my fists in annoyance. I turned my attention back to Ms. Huffington and tried to ignore him but he kept on poking me. I held up a finger at him but he shoved it away.

"I forgot to ask you last time, what's your name?" he whispered to avoid getting caught by Ms. Huffington.

"You seriously don't know me? I've been in this school for years and you seriously don't know me? Like I'm gonna play dumb with you," I smirked and rested my chin on my palm.

"I just transfered here days ago," he said as he ran a hand through his hair.

I pretended to ignore him but questions were lingering in my mind. Nah, just leave him be Anais. You don't care about him or his life.

"I'm gonna make you remember me," he muttered to himself.

Featured Song:

Boys Like You by Anna Clendening