Nathan
I didn't go to school today. I was too tired to get out of bed this morning. I've never felt so tired in my entire life.
So I told my mom that I didn't feel good and stayed home. She understood.
I texted Emma and Ally most of the time, both saying how much they miss me even though I saw them less than 24 hours ago.
It just hurts. Physically, my nose and mouth. Emotionally though, everything.
I'm pissed. I'm frustrated. I'm sad.
It's just ridiculous how Bryce is with his anger. Hell, we met because of his damn anger. Even after that, he is just too much of a dumbass to control himself sometimes.
But I can't stay mad at him. But it's fine if I'm mad at him for today. I need a break from people.
With testing and everything going on, it feels good just staying at home, sleeping on and off, not having to listen to anyone... It was nice.
Just shutting everyone out for a day is nice. I should do it more often, but I know Emma needs someone who doesn't date her ex-boyfriend unless she's dated, Bryce.
Speaking of Emma, she was texting me nonstop about how boring class is without me.
She's a brat. A dramatic, caring brat.
Maybe I'm the one being dramatic though. Staying home, being pissed, threatening to block Bryce... maybe I'm being reasonable.
Maybe I'm the one who should be sorry for interfering. It's my fault I did anyways. I wouldn't have gotten hurt or mad at Bryce...but then again, he shouldn't have been fighting in the first place.
This is both of our faults.
I'm just making a big deal out of it and being a dramatic douchebag.
But I'm honestly just scared. I don't want Bryce to purposely hurt me, ever. I know he didn't mean to this time, but it still scares me.
I don't want to constantly be scared that my boyfriend will hit me if I ever upset him.
But he wouldn't do that.
Would he?
My head spun as I questioned myself even more.
One of the main questions that kept coming into my mind was; Do I text or talk to him?
I just wanted to hug him, honestly. Just to feel safe. But he just beat the shit out of someone and I got hurt out of it. Probably more hurt than the guy, emotionally.
He kinda deserved it though. He was right in his face. He called him names. He deserved a good punch in the face.
I just didn't want to see it.
What if that was me? I hope that it never will, but then again, I never know what could happen when I think my boyfriend is bipolar or something half the time.
I hate how I keep thinking I should call him.
I huff, mumbling nonsense under my breath as I grabbed my phone.
I pressed it against my ear, waiting to hear Bryce's voice.
So much for shutting people out for a day.
I wait for a moment, listening to the ringing.
"Nath," I heard, followed by, "are you okay?"
"Not really," I whispered, glancing at the ground.
