Bite my Tongue

Don't be late

I woke up to yelling, as always. I roll my eyes, knowing that I won't be able to for a while.
"Allison, you better not be late for school today!" my father yelled.
I'm never late. In fact I'm always there 20 minutes ahead of class, on a bad day.
But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care. He just doesn't want me around. And if I'm being honest, I don't want to be near him. He can't control his anger, the slightest thing upsets him. And trust me, you don't want to feel the out burst of it all...

As I get dressed, the yelling hasn't faltered. My father at my Mum, my Mum defending herself, him having another thing to yell about. It never ends. Not until you agree with him or he's the only one conscious.

Having gotten ready faster this morning, I'm out the door 15 minutes after I woke.
I know it's terrible to leave my Mother in the situation, but we both know neither one of us can stop him no matter what.
In the end, it's always he who wins.

As I walk up to the front stairs of my highschool, almost every pair of eyes are on me.
Who knows why, but who cares? Not me. Though I do wonder...

I make my way through the halls and into class, everyone glancing at me. I make my way to the back of the class where I sit down, saving a spot for my best friend. No one is here yet, not even the teacher. There's still ten minutes left until class and no one will come until there's five minutes or less before first period begins.

My phone in my pocket rings and vibrates like crazy. Not wanting to miss the call, I swipe answer and place it by my ear. "Hello?"

"Hi," a deep voice says on the other end. Removing the phone from my ear for a mere second, I glance at it to see it's an unknown number.

"Who's this?" I question.

A shuffling sound comes from the phone, "My name does not concern you. All you need to know is where you should be and when."

Who the heck is this guy? I think. "Uhm.. okay?"

"Get out a slip of paper, you need to remember this or else there will be consequences." He huffs out.

I hold my phone against my ear using my shoulder as I shimmy my binder out of my bag and tear out a piece of paper. I remove a pen from the front pocket of my bag and scribble a line, testing it. "Okay, What do you want me to write down?"

"I need you to go to the old baseball diamond, out by the Mardines lake. It has to be exactly 21:40 tonight. Sit at the top bench on the left side." I scribble this all down, somehow managing to keep it neat looking. "Whatever you do, you must not be late and you have to come alone."

"Okay.." I say, my nerves shocked.

"Good, once I hang up, delete the call log and put the slip of paper in your pocket."

"Okay." I nearly whisper.

"Goodbye Rose." His voice was so sinister, so dark, chills ran down my spine. Before I could gather myself to even say goodbye, he hung up. Like he told me to do, I deleted the call log and stuffed the paper into my jeans pocket.

Just as I look up in the direction of the door, my best friend slips through. "Hey Ali, you would never guess what happened to me this morning!" Likewise, my dear friend...

"Tell me," I say with a half false smile on my face.

"I was standing by my locker when Camilla came up to me," he babbled on. Camilla is the girl Zack, my best friend, likes. All the way up until our teacher started class, Zack told me about how she twirled her hair with her fingers, how her face lights up as she smiles, how she's so up beat and happy. He said she asked him out on a date tonight, they're going to dinner and then to see a movie. They plan to meet at 20:00 and wont be done until 22:30 or 23:00 at the latest.