Abused

Chapter 6

  "Here, go and try this on." He said, handing me a sailor outfit with a pleated blue skirt. I cringed, just by looking at it. "Nate, for the last time, I don't do uniforms." I groaned, walking to the fitting rooms. It fitted me just fine, but I wasn't comfortable with the skirt. Looking at myself in the mirror, I untied my hair, letting it fall past my stomach. I changed back into my clothes and headed outside.

"Well?" Nate asked, his back turned on me, looking at mens' socks. "I-it's alright. But can I at least wear pants?" He turned around, rolling his eyes, saying,

"Fine, but as I said earlier; don't blame me if the teacher gives you detention." My eyes lit up as l excitedly grabbed a boys' uniform and ran off to the fitting rooms again. It was a perfect fit. I checked myself out, smiling and thinking about meeting new people.

I had found a couple of uniforms that were about my size. Nate paid for it and we went back home. While we were driving back, I started fidgeting with my ring, deciding whether or not I should apologize.

"Nate?"

"Hm?"

I looked down for a split second, unsure about it.

"Sorry if I yelled at you. I was so upset, I didn't know what to say. I knew it was wrong to yell at you, but I couldn't take it anymore. The pain, the suffering, everything. I-I couldn't take it. I'm sorry, I truly am.."

I buried my face in my hands, shifting uncontrollably. Hearing the truck pull up on the driveway, I opened the door and was about to get off when Nate touched my shoulder. I looked back in alarm, my heart pounding against my chest.

"I'm sorry too. I knew I shouldn't have pushed you too hard. It's my fault, not yours. Don't blame it on yourself, ok?" I nodded, tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes . He smiled weakly and got out. I stared at the empty seat, unable to move. Wiping away my tears, I sighed and got out, thinking about what happened and went to bed.

A ray of light shone on my face, telling me to wake up. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the light. My vision cleared and I saw Nate on top of me, smiling. "Hey, wake up, sleepyhead." I groaned, pulling the covers back.

"Nate, it's six thirty a.m in the morning, really?"

He yanked the covers away from my bed, giving me goosebumps. I shivered, my arms rubbing each other. "Come on, Anna, really? It's not my fault you need to be at school at seven thirty. Now get up, or do I have to force you?" He folded his arms, glaring at me. I cringed and decided to get up. My hair was a mess plus, there were dark circles underneath my eyes. Yawning, I made my way to the restroom. Sitting down, I noticed a bit of blood between my legs. Crap, now what? I thought, my eyes widened. I knew the drill. Even though I had already done it before, it was the first time I panicked. My breath sharpened as I tried looking for toilet paper. I eventually found it, only to realize that it was the last roll. I panicked, desperate to find more. My stomach started flipping over and I felt sick. I grabbed the paper roll, unwrapping it. I was so caught up, I didn't realize I finished the roll. When the last paper parted from the cardboard, my eyes widened, ashamed of what I did. I desperately tried rolling it back, but it was useless. SH*T! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!! NOT NOW!! My eyes started getting blurry. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, wondering what to do when I heard the door knock, startling me. My eyes glanced at the door then to the ground, trying to come up with an excuse.

"You okay?" He asked me through the restroom door.

I couldn't speak. My mouth became dry. My breath sharpened even more and I was on the verge of crying. I broke down crying hard.

"You better not be doing anything stupid, Anna!" He said in a hard tone, then he tried to break down the door. Once. Twice. Finally, the hinge on the door broke, causing me to cry harder, my breath sharpening. "I'M SORRY, NATE!! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD HAPPEN!! PLEASE!!" I sobbed, tears flooding down my cheeks. "What...happened?" He slowly asked, his eyes staring at the mess I created. "What did you- oh..are you..?" He asked, noticing the blood and lowered his voice. I nodded, tears streaming down. "First, go and change. Then I want you down here." He told me, as I got a bit of toilet paper.

I quickly changed into my uniform, still upset from earlier, repeating "This can't be happening." over and over again. I rejoined Nate, who was crouched down on the floor, wiping the mess. Hearing my footsteps, he looked up with a concerned expression, asking me if it happened before.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

He cleared his throat. "Have you had your girl thing before?"

I nodded.

"Did you ever had a panic attack?"

I shook my head no. There was a moment of silence as I sat down next to him. I wrapped my arms around my legs, crying silently and asking myself when can I go home. He must've heard me or something, because he tilted my head up, smiling weakly, and hugged me. All I wanted was to go home. I just wanted to be able to see my family again, knowing that I'm ok.