The New Girl is Bad

~5~

ADRIAN SAGE  POV
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After the fire Sapphire didn't come to school for two whole weeks. Of course I'm the bad boy so I'm not supposed to care but I actually did care. Even though I didn't let it show.

Cameron being my best friend knew there was something wrong. "Your worried about that girl who kicked you in your dick." Cameron asked, more like stated.

"No why would I be worried about her?" I asked taking a blow of my weed. "I don't know, maybe because ever since she left school you've been on edge. Meaning you look at the door like she'll walk in the room any second."

I take another pull as I try and ignore him but that's like trying to ignore a damn bee. They both dont go the fuck away. "Exactly my point." He said and again I ignored him.

Sapphire Jones

In my bed I groan for probably the one hundredth time today. When my dad heard about the fire at the party and how I was almost killed he beat the living shit out of me. I'm only bad at school but at home I'm like a helpless bug.

I tried taking fighting lessons to defens myself but each time my father found out and beat me. This beating was so much worse.

*Flashback*

I walked into the house shaking with fear. Not about my father but about the fire. It takes a lot to scare me and of course that little ass fire didn't scare me, it was who I saw that started the fire in the first place.
He was back and he was going to kill me.

When I shut the door and turned around my father struck me hard against my cheek. My back hit the door and I fell cupping my cheek.

He bent down to my level looked at me with red bloodshot eyes.
"I heard that your little boyfriend nearly killed you at some party." He hissed and I smelled the alcohol that rolled out his mouth and I wanted nothing more than to puke.

"Hes not my boyfriend." I told him. He punched me in my face and I groaned in pain. "Never talk back to me you hear?" I bit my lip to avoid further beatings.

Of course that didn't help because he stood up and kicked me numerous of times. Then he punched me all over my body.

Everywhere that I felt a blow I felt my body getting weak. Since I was sick and tired of him always beating me I fought back.

I grabbed his fist and punched him in his nose. I stood up and kicked him causing him to fall on the floor. I tried to run to the steps to get to my room but he grabbed my leg and I fell.

I kicked him over and over again but then he flipped me over and got on top of me punching me over and over in my face. Then I blacked out.

*End of Flashback*

So I didn't go to school for two weeks because I've been recovering. My body still aches with pain but I haven't even left my room since that night.

Everytime I move a muscle it hurts and I groan in pain. I never scream. I never cry. I groan. The only thing on my body that hurts the most is my face since I got the most blows on my face.

When I woke up I was in a puddle of my own blood. I limped in pain all the way to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. I had two black eyes, a busted and bleeding lip, I had several cuts on my face and my chin was bleeding.

There was so much blood that I puked. My father hasn't been home since then and I thank God.

Sometimes I wonder why my mom left me with such an abusive man.