*ring ring ring*
"hello?"
"where the fuck are you cassandra!"
my fathers booming voice screamed through the phone. my heart sunk and my face went pale. my body started to shake. everyone in the car looked at me as the uber had turned down the music because i had gotten a call.
"cassandra! you better fucking get your ass home right fucking now! i just saw Josh and Quinn at the park. i know your just skippin around town being a whore! get home in 10 minutes or your dead!" he belts and then hangs up the phone.
i lower the phone in my lap as tears well in my eyes, "who was that? they sounded-"
"hey, cass what's wrong?" sam interrupts Jake.
"i-i-i" i stutter and try to hold back tears. i plaster a smile onto my face, "it-it's just my friend. he's upset a-about his girlfriend. i-im sorry i gotta go help him. i-im sorry i have to go. please just pull over here i have to go i'm so sorry." i stutter out. the driver pulls over and lets me out.
"w-wait what's your number?" jake asks me.
"8128302108!" i shout as he types it into his phone quickly as i see Mike doing the same thing. i shut the door and start sprinting down the street as fast as my legs could carry me. thankfully we weren't too terribly far from my house, but definitely at the minimum 20 minutes run from my house.
i kick into overdrive and run faster than i've ever had to in my life. after 15 minutes i arrived at my front door and quietly walked inside. he sat there in his recliner staring at me.
"sit." he commanded. i hesitantly walked over to the chair beside him and sat down.
"where were you cassandra? and why were you 15 minutes away?" he says with almost no emotions.
my leg shakes and i feel as if my throat was closing, "i-i-i was at Quinn's house. her and josh were in a fight and i stayed at her house, because it was none of my business." i said quietly.
he stayed silent for a minute almost as if he bought it, "oh really? because i think you were out being a filthy fucking whore just like your fucking mother!" he said and raised his hand up, striking me in the face where i had been hit earlier.
i scream loudly a fall onto the floor where he proceeded to violently kick my stomach, "whore!" he screamed at me over and over again until i stop screaming.
i took a hold of a chunk of my hair and raised my head up, "i'm going to the bar you miserable fuck. by the time i get back all this blood better be cleaned up, and i better not see or hear you for the rest of the night? got it?" he sneers.
"y-yes." i croak out before he slams my face into the floor and grabs his keys and walks out of the house.
i lay there, softly sobbing with my knees up to my chest. i cough which shoots pain through my ribs. after maybe 15 minutes of laying on the ground i slowly sit up and then make it to where i'm leaning against the fire place. i hobble to the kitchen and grab a wash cloth and make sure all the blood is gone from the ground. i throw it into the fire place so my father could, 'burn the evidence' when he later got home, black out drunk.
i walk to the bathroom and look at my appearance. i looked disgusting, it had been a while since my father had left marks on my face, he had usually tried to hide that. i peel off my bloodied clothes and put them into the hamper beside me. i get into the shower and clean myself up and wash my hair throughly and condition. i shave and exfoliate my skin before getting out and feeling a bit better, but still physically in so much pain. i walk over to my desk in my room and go to the back of the drawer and grab a pill, it was hydrocodone for when he hurts me really bad. i take it and walk over to my full sized mirror and look at my naked body covered in dark bruises.
i look away and go to my closet and pull on an oversized yellow adidas hoodie and a pair of black spandex shorts. i throw my hair up into a messy bun and put chapstick on. i was used to trying to be okay after beatings. i had no other choice than to be okay.
i look at my phone and see 3 unread messages from 3 new numbers:
?: hey it's jake! we really enjoyed spending time with you! let us know if you ever wanna hang again! have a good night :p
?: yo it's sam, thought i'd pop in and say it was nice meeting you. also wanted to make sure everything was okay? i noticed the way you ran down the street. if you ever need to talk i'm here, but otherwise have a good night. hope to see you soon!
?: hey it's mike! you okay? text me when you can, or uh call me when you can, whichever one works. i'd love to see you again. let me know!
i smile, they actually like me.
to jake: it was so great meeting all of you. i hope to see you guys again soon, let me know when you aren't busy!
to sam: i'm okay haha, ya know friends can be super dramatic about things, he just scared me is all, but thanks for checking up on me!
to mike: hey :) im glad to hear from you. i was actually wondering what you were doing after the movie? my uh father should be gone for a majority of the night and i was wondering if you'd want to come over for a bit? i'm sorry i'm not used to doing stuff like this i guess haha. if you don't that's fine too! uh yeah! just let me know. okay bye.
"fuck" i sigh. my heart stops, wait what about my fucking face.
i get up slowly and make my way to my desk and pull out a tattoo cover up foundation and lightly apply it to my cheek to where it looked like it did earlier. i take a deep breath, "everything is fine, cass your okay, everything is f-"
*ding*
mike: i actually dipped in the movie since you weren't gonna be there! i'd love to come over! addy?
i smile
to mike: 1601 washington lane :) unfortunately though you'll have to come through my window cause my father has an alarm system on all the doors :(
mike: oh no problem, i'm a bad boy, i sneak around all the time!
i roll my eyes
to mike: love a good bad boy :))
