Battered and Bruised

I've been waiting for this

Jaxon's POV.

I told her about my disorder. I don't tell Liam about it but I told her. Well, she wanted to know about it so I gave what she wants to know. My disorder is one of my biggest secrets, besides my feeling for a girl who sits in front of me.

She was laughing until her eyes get teary. She wipes it with her palm. I catch it then I take the other one and place it on my lap, caressing the back of her hands. It fit in my big one, not that her hands are small but it just fits perfectly in mine, and I like holding her hands. Her hands don't feel soft like the other girls I've ever had, but it -kind of- give me a strength to keep stand tall and forget about my problems for a little while, I wish I can hold her hand forever.

I look into her brown eyes. The eyes that hide many emotions. Every time I look into her eyes, I feel like I enter a secret world and I have the urge to solve its mysteries. Her eyes are so beautiful, the lightest brown eyes I've ever seen.

She searches my eyes as if she wants to know what I was thinking about. Do you want to know what I was thinking, Eileen? Here, I'll show you.

We met for the first time when we were on our first day at school, in freshmen year. I moved here a month before the school start.

It was summer, July 22nd, my family and I moved into our new house around the rich neighborhood. My dad was a businessman, he runs a company, Prescott Enterprises Holdings, Inc. While my mom was a real estate agent. My parents were the sweetest parents in the world, they love us no matter what. I have 2 brothers and I love them with all of my heart.

My family and I were walking around the city, enjoying the scenery. We were walking, yeah, walking, in the middle of summer. It was crazy, I know. The sun was torturing us. The heat was no kidding. Sammy who's only 10-month-old crying because of the heat, so we decided to take a rest on an ice cream parlor.

We entered the parlor and sat on a middle booth. A waiter came and took our orders. My dad liked to tell us stories, he's a big talker. My dad was telling us about how his grandfather build the company when I move my gaze from him to look around. The parlor only had a few booths and only 1 waiter and 1 cashier. I guess this parlor had just been launched.

I roamed the room and my gaze stopped at a girl who's standing behind the cashier machine. My eyes never left her for a couple of minutes, I studied her brown eyes, small nose, pink lips, black hair, and her fair skin. She looked too skinny for her age. She's pretty. I could tell that she's not a big talker, the waiter tried to talk to her but she just listened to him without making any response.

Two weeks later, I came to the parlor to meet her. But she didn't there. The next day, I came there in the early morning, but she still didn't come, so I decided to wait until the afternoon. It was almost 5 when she walking through the door, she looked skinnier than before and she had a purple-ish mark on her face, she thought she covered it to manipulate people that the bruises are not there, but it couldn't trick me. I could see it clearly.

My purpose for came here is to get to know her, maybe I could get her number or something. Before I asked her name, I saw her wearing a nameplate and Eileen Harper was written on it. I was about to ask her number but she walked away to take someone's order. Unfortunately, my mom called and asked me to come home. Mission failed.

I didn't have time to meet her again until the school starts. My mom sent me to Whitewood High School, and there was the place where I met her. I saw her standing in front of her locker. She looked pretty as before. And the bruises on her face were gone.

I lost my chance to talk to her again because of some jocks came and talked to me. That was when I met Liam and his guys. They kept me busy with inviting me here and there until I forgot about Eileen. Weeks later I found her in the cafeteria, she sat with her lunch, she bowed her head down and her hair covered all her face. I sat in front of her but she kept her head down. I noticed that she always covered her face with her soft black hair, I wanted to run my hand to her hair and swept it from her beautiful face.