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On the way home my dad just keeps telling at me. I start crying. I can't handle anything anymore.

When we get home I get out of the car. My dad opens our trashy apartment door. We walk inside. After he shuts the door he slaps me across the face.

"Why were you walking with a stupid boy." He yells at me. "He's not stupid." I started crying harder. I felt the sting in my face. I ran to my room and slammed the door.

I couldn't handle this anymore. I grabbed a bottle of pills. I poured a lot into my hands. Before I shoved them down my thought. I thought about Joey.

I stopped I put the pills back into the bottle. I closed the cap, and put the bottle in my draw.

After that I grab my pillow and fall asleep crying thinking about Joey.

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The next day I get up extra early. I get dressed really fast,and do my hair and makeup. I'm trying to get out of the house before my dad wakes up.

It is 7:10 when I leave. I avoided my dad good this morning I'm glad. I knew if he were to see me this morning he would've yelled at me or hit me for no reason.

As I'm walking to school I look at the trees. How they beautifully move. I wish sometimes maybe I could be something else like a bird or dog.

When I get to school it is ten
minutes later. No one is really here yet except for kids I really don't know.

There's only about 30 people here right now. No one started to show up til around 7:40.

I see Joey pull up. Today gonna try and avoid Joey. If he sees me today he's gonna ask me a lot of questions and I'm gonna have to tell him the truth about my mom and everything.

It's gonna be hard. I'm not ready to explain. Or maybe he'll think of me different and never want to talk to me again.

Here he comes. Up the curve on the sidewalk. His feet walk at an average pace. When he's half way here he starts to speed up. He's specifically coming my way. Specifically looking at me.

I look at him and run inside. I rush to my class early. Hearing him calling behind me saying , "wait felicity".

I get into my first period class and work on homework. I think he Lost me. He never came in to look for me.

The first bell rang and I knew for sure he lost me. I was a little relieved.

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I avoided him in the hall the whole day. Until science came. Ugh. He's gonna question me so much.

I get into class and there he is sitting in his seat. There's no more spots open except for he one right in front of him.

I can tell he was saving it,for me. I walk to my seat. He pulls his jacket off my chair. I stand there and wait. After he grabs the jacket I sit down. As soon as I sit down he gives me that look.

The look where he's like "you know your about to have a talk with me" look. I look at him and gently smile.

"I can tell you've been avoiding me." He says. "Umm yah." I scratch my arm nervously. "Why" He says. "I don't know it just-" he cuts me off. "It's just that you don't want me to ask you about yesterday". "Um yah basically" I say.

"We'll talk about it in the library ok?" He tells me. "Fine ok" I turn around and listen to the teacher.

The teacher soon tells us to go with our partners and work on our projects. Oh no this is where it starts.

"So whats going on" Joey asks me. "Well you see,um Joey there's a lot I didn't tell you actually" I tell him. "Why can you just tell me?" He asks. "Because," I pause for a second. "Because I feel like you'll look at me different" I say. "I will never look at you different no matter what." He says and grabs my hands and smiles. I smile back.

"Ok so here's the story, my mom died when I was younger and my dad changed since. He's always been angry and so mad at me. When my mom died it changed him by a lot. Now my dad is still the same way and I lied I don't live in those fancy houses you saw I live in an apartment and not a good one."

He looks at me and hugs me. "You have me now ok felicity I will always be with you through everything no matter what." I hug him back. "Thank you Joey" I say.

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