The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Ch. 25-Dates

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Mogli2013!  She gave me my first comment on this story and overall, is a great wattpad friend! Plus her name reminds me of Jungle Book and she likes characters who like chocolate milk! :)

Anyway I hope you and everyone else enjoy this chapter!

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Lita's POV

 "Dad...I'm home," I call out nervously. I don't hear anything so I rush upstairs. I have to hurry. Last night I picked out an outfit but I still have to be quick. When I get in my room I lock the door and put a chair underneath the handle. It's just a precaution.

I pull out my skinny jeans, a blue and silver flower top, and blue high tops. The shirt was really plain when I bought it but with the power of dollar store glitter and scissors anything is possible. The shirt was off the shoulder and I bought it a few sizes too big so that it was almost a tunic. I quickly put my shirt and jeans on and ran for my socks.

As I put on my blue headband I hear the door open. Oh no he's home. Maybe if I'm quick he won't know I'm here. I quickly put my shoes on and reach up for my purse. Why did I put it on the high shelf? Now I remember. If dad did his usual room checks, he wouldn't see the purse out.

I jump for it but as I land I make a loud noise. "Lita are you upstairs," Dad asks. Oh no! I make sure I have everything and open my window. I hear dad running up the stairs. "Lita," Dad exclaims. I drop my purse to the ground and am ready to jump but see my wallet on the bed. I run for it and hear dad jiggling the door knob.

"Lita if you're in there I'm gonna fucking kill you," Dad exclaims. I grab my wallet and jump out of the window. I land on my hands and knees and grab my purse. Then I start running as fast as I can. I can still hear dad screaming in my room but I don't think he's noticed the open window yet. I look back and see his back facing the window. Thank goodness.

I run all the way to the bus stop and take deep breaths when I get there. That was way too close. I board the bus and take a window seat. If someone wants to kill me that's fine. My life is slowly reaching its end. I look around the bus and recognize everyone. I don't recognize their names or faces. I recognize their troubles.

A pregnant woman in about her eighth month was in the front which could only mean that her husband's left her and she has to raise the baby by herself. I saw a homeless man which could only mean that life threw too many obstacles at him. I saw a woman with a crazy look in her eye. The lady reminded me of Alexi's girls so she must be hooked on something.

I saw a man dressed in a suit which must mean he's going to a job interview. The man's facial expression seems wrong so maybe he didn't get the job. I saw a woman with paper's in her hand trying to stay awake. She must provide for her family with the bags under her eyes and her messy hair.

Then there's me. The girl with the unseen bruises and the unheard tears who only wants someone to notice. The girl who goes to home filled with violence. The girl who lays awake at night wondering what will come in the morning. If someone takes the time to stop and look around, there's a girl like me in their lives. Just waiting.

Most of the time it's too late. Most of the time they stay silent their whole lives. I might be like most. The bus comes to a stop at the movie theatre and I get out. I look around and see Piper leaning against the wall. Piper stands up when he sees me and smiles. I walk closer to him and give him the best smile I can.

"You look unhappy to see me. Did I do something," Piper asks walking closer to me. I shake my head and say, "It's nothing. What movie are we going to see?" I have to watch what I say around Piper. He's a smart kid who will read between the lines. "Anything you want," Piper replies. We walk toward the ticket line and I look at the movies. "A comedy," I reply and Piper nods.