Being Saved

Chapter 2

                                                                       Chapter two

I woke up with pain searing through my entire body. It isn't as though I had to look in the mirror to know that there were evident bruises showing. I didn't have time to think about that, however. I was just relieved he was at work. I took a shower and did my hair, careful not to burn my hand as I straightened each piece, a fiery red color.

Once that was done, and believe me when I say it took longer than it should've, I did my make up with a scowl on my face; Resenting the green eyes that looked back at me. They were emerald green, almost exactly like his. Throwing on a pair of jeggings and a baggy hoodie - my favorite attire - I walked to school.

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"What the fuck happened to her face?!"

"She probably did it herself. Attention whore."

I just kept my head down as best as I could and tried not to let it get to me as I walked down the hallway to English.  I ran into something hard, and since my shoulder was pulled out of its socket from last night, it hurt that much more. 

"Ow. Fuck. " I said, looking up to see who I had ran into. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there..Lydia?", he said, recognition written across his face, "Are you okay??" He questioned.

He. As in Dylan. O'Brien. The quarterback. My ex best friend.

I freaked out,  turned away, and started running.

"Wait!" I heard behind me.

But I didn't Stop. I couldn't. It was so embarrassing. I ran to the parking lot and just to my luck; It was raining.

Someone grabbed my arm, spun me around and soon after threw me into their chest. I waited to be hit the same way I always was with my dad. When I realized the person wasn't going to, I slowly looked up with tears in my eyes. Dylan. Of course.

"No" I murmured.

"Hmm?" He asked quietly.

"I said no. No I'm not okay. And no you shouldn't have came after me acting as though we were still friends let alone anything else. You broke my heart and left me alone. You knew my dad had beaten me and you know he still does yet you never said anything. I don't want to hear excuses, just go. Please."

"I never. And I mean NEVER intended for any of this to happen. I can tell you aren't okay and I asked if you were okay. Let me help you. I won't leave again."

I scoffed, tears going unnoticed thanks to the rain.

"If you would have fought for me or acted like you cared for me half as much as you have in the past five minutes, you wouldn't have lost me. And if you actually cared instead of acted, I wouldn't still be here. I'd be free."

I didn't have to say free of what. He knew. And if he didn't? Somehow? Then I didn't know the person standing in front of me. Not anymore.

"Lydia, I.." I heard him begin, voice cracking.

But I wouldn't hear it. Couldn't stand to hear it. So I left.

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