Lucky Me

*XVI*

Chapter Sixteen

When I wake up I wince at the pain. I might have had a couple of bruises on my stomach.

Before Ezra came home, I went to bed and made sure to put on a baggy sweater and sweatpants so he wouldn't notice all of my cuts. The rest I can cover up with makeup, but I can't cover up the pain it's causing me.

I climb out of bed and wince at the pain. Great, just want I needed to start off my day.

I head to the bathroom with my makeup bag to go take a shower. Thank God that Ezra isn't awake yet.

After my shower, I attempt to place on some foundation and powder to cover up the purple and yellowish color on my face. It covers it up but not that well, if you look close enough you'll see the bruise.

And what if it's raining, the makeup will just wash right off and everyone would know about what happened last night. I would have to speak to the dean of the school and he would notify my parents and there's a great chance they'll pull me out of this university. It's just going to cause a huge domino chain effect that I don't want.

When I'm done getting ready I head to my room to get dressed. I put on a light blue hoodie and some sweatpants and long socks. I fold down my socks and place my hair in a long ponytail.

After spending thirty-minutes on my homework and assignments and I make myself some breakfast.

I grab the Cheerios from the cabinet and I poured the milk into my bowl before putting cereal. I know most people put the cereal first but I like to put my milk first before my cereal.

I head to the living room and I sit down and watch a couple of episodes of Gossip Girl before Ezra finally comes out of his room after his shower.

I would like to say that I've gotten used to the fact that he doesn't wear shirts in the dorm but I haven't. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, it makes my throat tightens and my stomach twists into knots. It makes my eyes widen and my mouth start watering. It makes me look like an absolute pervert.

Ezra comes out of the kitchen with a granola bar and sits down next to me, I place down my bowl of cereal and slightly flinch from the pain in my stomach.

Then I lean back against the couch and wrap my arm around my stomach. "How did you sleep last night?'' Ezra asked me.

"Uh . . . good.'' I woke up a few times, scared of being attacked again. These past few weeks have been rough for me. It's like I can't escape the drama. I just want things to be simple and I want to get through college without getting killed.

Ezra cocks an eyebrow at me, obviously not believing me. "Really? Because I heard you scream a few times.''

My face heats up and I stare down at my lap. Unexpectantly Ezra touches my face and I wince. He touched my bruise.

"What's wrong?'' he asks.

I look up and sigh. I then stand up and go to the bathroom to grab my makeup wipes and I wipe off the foundation and powder off my face. I then throw the used wipes into the trash bin before walking out of the bathroom.

When Ezra sees me, he quickly stands up on his feet and cups my face. "Who the hell did this to you?''

"Enzo,'' I sighed and shook my head. "He broke into the dorm and he attacked me,'' I pull up my sleeves exposing a cut he gave me.

Ezra's jaw clenches and then he lets go of me and grabs a shirt and jacket and pulls it on. He then storms out of the dorm and I quickly follow him, making sure the door is locked.

Once I reach his car I climb in, "what the hell are you planning on doing?''

"Paying that son of a bitch a visit.''

My eyes widen and I take his hand, "you can't. He'll hurt you,''

Ezra looked at me and I saw anger in his eyes, "I'm going to make him pay for what he did to you.''

I couldn't help but blush, I know it's stupid considering what is happening but it sounded like Ezra cared about my wellbeing.

"This isn't going to end well, Ezra, and you know it.''

Ezra pulled out of the parking lot and I sighed and leaned back against my seat.

I have a bad feeling, someone's going to get hurt, or worse, killed.