Walls Up (One Last Time #1)

Fails to Cease

Chapter Twenty-One

Fails To Cease

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Sunlight shines underneath my eyes lids causing me to wake. I tug on my blanket bringing it closer to my face. Ugh I don't want to go to school. But at the same time I do, I'll see Kyle. Last night I had a very deep conversation with Talia about Kyle and Conrad. And I -mostly Talia- decided on a final decision.

I choosing Kyle, obviously, but we decided about what I'm going to do about Conrad. I suggested ignoring. But she says it's a weak option, that it'll make me look weak and innocent.

"But aren't I supposed to look innocent?" I countered. She shakes her head and laughed at me. "No Mel. It'll make you look like easier bait. Your just gonna attract more attention you don't want." She says back at me, I nod comprehending where she's getting at.

I close my eyes again, feeling drowsy again. I could always ditch school. I tell myself, but I know that won't work because of mum. Finally giving in, I get up and lazily walk towards my bathroom.

I brush my teeth with no complications and wash my face but when I touch my neck a sharp pain travels through my body. A gasp escapes my lip and I shake my head.

"No no no no no..." I mutter to myself again and again. I move my hair to the opposite side of my neck and examine where the pain is. Tears well up in my eyes as I look at the pinkish purple bruise on my neck.

"No no no no no this can't be happening. Not today. Not now." I touch at the spot, where it's fails to cease, and wince at the pain. Only one thought comes to my mind.

Conrad. Images trail back into my mind bringing me back to memory lane. I bite my lip and run out the bathroom to my laptop. I frown at the clock seeing how early it is. Six in the flipping morning. I don't have to get up till seven!

I touch the spot confused. What do they call these? Hicks? Hilkey? Hickey. I gasp covering my mouth. I quickly type in Google:

How do you get rid of a hickey?

A question pops into my mind and I add another tab and search up:

Why do people give hickeys?

I click back onto the first tab, the page is already loaded and I scan through the first five before one catches my eye. I click on the followed link and let the page load whilst I check the second tab. I don't bother clicking on a link, I just read the blurbs underneath the title for each link: Why do people give hickeys? I scan the page and they mostly all say for a sexual act of some sort. When lovers suck or bite the skin, according to Wiki. It's apparently called a Love Bite to the Brits. I don't bother finding out anymore, I already know what I needed to find out. I close the tab and check if the page has loaded. (How do you get rid of a hickey?). It seems like a trustable page, I think. I touch the spot and it still hurts like fuck.

BEST WAY TO CURE A HICKEY:

1) Indicate where the hickey is

2) Get an ice cube

3) Wrap ice cube in a towel or cloth of some sort

4) Place clothed ice-cube on hickey until pain ceases and it will slowly disappear in a matter of hours or days. (Depending on how long)

I frown and touch the spot again. I can't wait a few days! I need it gone NOW. I delete the history for safety incase someone like my mother decides to snoop around. I shut down the Mac and stick it on charge. I walk toward my door and I peer out in the dimly lit hallway. Nothing moves, nothing makes a sound. I step out into the hallway and make my way down the stairs skipping two at a time.

I run to the kitchen and grab a cup from the cupboard. I walk to our fridge/freezer and press the cup to one of those compartments on the outside of the freezer section that gives out ice cold water and ice. I tune it to ice and a low rumble emerges from inside of the freezer. I bite my lip looking at the door. I imagine my mum running inside the kitchen and the first thing she notices is the big purple spot on my neck. It won't be long till storming up to Conrad and demanding unanswerable questions.

But she doesn't come. Nor does my dad. I sigh of relief when I'm surrounded by silence and I have a glass full of ice. I walk over to the counter and pull on a drawer and pick out a small hand towel, not to thick, not to thin. I pour a few ice cubes into the towel and throw the rest Into the bin, erasing evidence as they melt and turn into clueless water.

I tie up the cloth with a rubber-band. I press the iced cloth to my neck and a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure courses through my body.

In my room I hold the ice pack to my neck. I rummage though my cloths trying to find a turtleneck shirt or sweater. I pick one white turtlenecked shirt out and along with darkish blue skinny jeans. I remove the icepack and placed it on my desk. I slip into my clothes and comb out all the tangles in my hair. The high neck-line covers my entire neck and hides the hickey. I guess this week is turtleneck shirts only. I look at myself in the mirror and smile at my smart thinking. I turnover the collar and place the ice pack again on the hickey.

I grab my laptop case and slip my laptop in. It's hard to do that with one hand but I manage. I pick up my bag from the corner of my room something a textbook slips out and I leave it there. I try picking it up but I end up dropping my ice pack instead.

"Ah leave it." I dump my bag on on the bed and slip my laptop in there. I take out a few textbook I don't need and a few other empty wrappers and broken glass.

I shove my phone into my pocket and sling my backpack over my shoulder. I write a quick note saying I left for school early and take a quick glance at the time. Six forty am.

I walk out the door and start my walk to my car. I throw my backpack in the boot and walk to the drivers side. I sit down, turn on the engine, and drive out of my driveway and to school.

-END OF CHAPTER TWENTY ONE-

Ahh boring chapter. I know. But I really wanted to add this. Idk why. I just really wanted to add this. But Nothing MAJOR happens In this chapter, so that's why I hate it. And it doesn't end in a cliff hanger! :( I promise in the next chapter something amazeballs will happen!

QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER? Comment!

Okay before you guys say "how does this girl know so much about hickeys!?;"" I have an older sister. And ALIYAH if your reading this her boyfriend hasn't given her a hickey. She just googled it and I was there so I read some lame things about what It means and how to get rid of it. Stuff like that. Idk why she googled it. She just did and I was in The room at the time.

So yeah. And It's common sense anyways. I used to suck on my upper where the muscles are and it used to get REALLY Red and my mum used to put ice to stop the pain. It was a crazy habit whenever I watched Telly. I'll just sling my arm over my face and suck on that particular part of my arm. I've stopped now but you'll catch me doing it once in a while.

Lol. Anyways. Bye!

-Nat

*Next Chapter is Prewritten*