Bad boy, jock boy and invisible girl

Coffee part 2

Hey guys sorry I haven't posted in a while I was tied up in Nicole's basement and I was being tortured lol. so sorry no wifi!

As I looked into his hazel eyes I scream. Only within my mind but I scream nonetheless.

"Jessica?" He questions, staring at me wide eyed.

"What are you doing here?" I grimace staring at the table.

"I work here, what are you doing here isn't school in?" He stares suspiciously at me as I sink slowly into my chair. Nerves and memories overtaking my mind.

"Why should you care? You never cared before." I whisper, looking up and making eye contact and not letting him see me weak like I used to be.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. I've got to keep working." He turns and starts to walk away but stops, I stand up and shove him making him drop the tray onto the pristine white tile.

"How long have you been in town?!" I growl. I shove him again, causing him to stumble on the floor.

"Look, I've only been here for a few months. I was going to come visit once I got back on my feet." He says desperately, trying to defend himself while holding a tray.

"Months? Months?! Are you serious? Within that time you couldn't have come and just said hello, not even once? You haven't changed at all, you're still a useless, terrible man and I don't want you to come visit. Not now, not ever. Why are you back here? To rejoin us, or just to get the rest of your stuff? I hate you, don't come to visit us and just leave us alone." I yell, each word searing out of my mouth.

I walk past him and reach to open the door.

" Jessica I'm sorry." He yells after me.

"No dad, I'm sorry."

I turn and slam the door behind me.

As I run down the road, thinking about all of the events of today my mind slowly begins to implode. This year was suppost to be a good year, a relaxing one! What has happened to my good year...? I keep running, running away from my dad, running away from my problems. Maybe if I don't stop they can't catch up with me, maybe I can still reach that year. It's within reach, I slowly raise my arm up reaching out for it and I stumble, sending me flying face first into the concrete. Shit.

Pain shoots through my cheek as it scrapes along the ground, a meek yelp jumps out of my throat as I feel my skin being grated away. I lie still, not wanting to move, just wanting to scream and yell and... I don't know. I feel blood dripping down my face and grimace, oh god I hate blood.

I lie there, but after 2 or 3 minutes I realise that I am in the middle of a road and try to inch my way to the sidewalk. As I raise my head from the ground pain overwhelms me, and I drop back down. My eyes shut.

A door slams and I hear someone running towards me, their shoes crunching on the gravel. I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and roll me over onto my back.

"Oh my god. Richard, richard! Come quickly!" A woman's voice rings out.

A second crunching, as another person comes towards me. I open my eyes to a weak squint able to see a tall man leaning over me, his silver hair is receding slightly and his tough features frighten me. The woman next to him has a worried frown plastered on her face, her short brown hair hangs down her hand still resting on my shoulder.

"What happened?" His gruff voice quietly demands.

I open my mouth to speak but the movement creates a second round of pain, and I feel a tear drip from my eye and slowly inch towards my cheek.

"Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened?" He asks, a slight worried undertone in his words.

I move my head talk but I just collapse.

"I think she must be in a lot of pain, Go get my bag and I'll try to bring her inside" he orders, I hear her run back inside and his arms slip under my back and legs lifting me from the ground.

I groan as the movement of this makes my head ache and sting, he carries me until I hear the door shut behind me and a warmth that covers my body tells me that I am now inside somewhere.

He lays me down onto a very comfortable surface and start to drift off.

He quickly shakes me, lightly, but enough to wake me back up.

"Stay awake, you have a concussion if you go to sleep you could go into a coma" he says firmly.

"This is going to sting a little" he says, and I feel a cool liquid touching my head. It Sears my face telling me that its disinfectant. I feel more tears slip out of my eyes and I wince. I hear the door slam again and I hear footsteps coming towards me.

"Be quiet, she needs silence right now." I hear Richard mutter, to the other person in the room.

" what happened to her?" The other voice exclaims worriedly.

"We don't know yet, Ben just go and get me some dissolvable thread so I can sew this up" Richard says, still dabbing my head with disinfectant.

"Okay dad" he says and I hear him pace away.

Wait dad? And Ben? Ben like Ben Ben? Like gooding Ben?

What. The. Hell.