Faded Lines

Chapter 6.

*Eva*

I started walking to my car as soon as the last bell rang. Feeling like I couldn't get out of there faster, I picked up the pace. I was almost to my car, when someone grabbed my arm, pulling me backwards. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact of the ground, but instead fell into a rock hard chest. I ripped my arm out of the person's hand, turning to find out it was Aiken who stopped me. "What the hell do you want Thompson?"

"Hold up partner. I was just wanting to talk about that project we have to do together."

I turned to stomp off, only to get stopped again. "Listen here, jackass. There is nothing to talk about that wasn't already discussed. We will talk, argue,  or whatever in class tomorrow. And I'm going to your house for a hour on Friday. See, done talking. Now, can you please let me go? I really do have to get home."

He rolled his eyes at me and retorted, "Yeah, whatever Barbie. Sure, you gotta get home. You're gunna go to your perfect house, and go up to your perfect room, do whatever you perfect people do, and wait for your perfect parents to get home and do everything for you." Ending his speech with a smirk.

Never in all my life had I wanted to hit him so bad then I did right now. "Aiken, I'm only going to say this one fucking time. You don't know a damn thing about me and my life. Just like I don't know a damn thing about yours. So keep your fucking opinions to your fucking self. You don't know shit. I'll see you in class tomorrow.  And until then, go fuck yourself," I seethed as I got into my car and slammed the door. Turning the car on, I threw it in drive and peeled out of the parking look. "Shit," I thought looking at the clock. I'm going to be in trouble when I get to the house. I can't believe, I'm going to have to deal with my parents because of him. And he thought I had a perfect life, I laughed out loud. If only he knew. Everything may seem perfect on the outside, but he can't be farther from the truth. I feel like it's all a front, a show for everyone. The nice 2011 silver Toyota Carrolla, I drive. The name brand clothes, I wear. My nails, that my mother makes me get done all the time. Yes, I will say, in that aspect of my life, I am lucky. I don't have to go without a home, clothes, or food. But they do not give me those things because I need them or even want them. They give them to me, and make me use them so that no one asks questions. I mean, even Aiken thinks I have the perfect life because of everything I have. I guess if you can fool the 'bad boy,' you can fool anyone. Looks like I'm doing everything with keeping it a secret, perfect!

As I pulled into the driveway, I knew I was fucked. The drive from school to the house was a 15 minute drive. I would know, they timed it. So basically, I had 20 minutes to get home. Looking at the dash board again, the time read 3:30. This was bad. I was 10 minutes later than I should be. Fucking, stupid Aiken.  Damn him. I should of tried harder to leave, but he made me just so damn mad! I rushed out of my car and up to the door. My body tensed as I unlocked it, quietly stepped in and shut the door behind me. Having my arm ripped from my side the second time today, was not something pleasant. The only difference is, nothing caught my fall, as I slammed face first into our wood floors. I might actually have a bruise on my forehead from that.

"Where the fuck have you been, you worthless bitch?" My mother screamed as she sent a kick to my ribs. "You should of been home more than 10 minutes ago! You better not be whoring around, you little slut. I won't have a whore for a daughter.  Thats just unacceptable. "

I knew to keep my mouth shut, as the kicks kept coming.

Rule number 1. Never speak unless told to do so.

I tried curling into a ball to cover up my ribs some, not wanting them to be any more sore than they'd have to be. Mistake number 1. A powerful kick was sent to my kidney, making me roll on my hands and knees coughing and gasping for air.

"Explain, now!" My father boomed.

My father was not a man of many words. He got his point across with what little words he spoke. And he was ten times more deadly than my mother.

Scrambling to my feet with my head lowered, I whimpered,  "I'm sorry, sir. I have a project in one of my classes. And I had to talk to my partner about it. I have the paper for you with all of the imformation. It won't happen again." I finished off in a whisper. Waiting for more hits, yelling, or anything. But they just stayed quiet. I slowly raised my head to take a peak wondering what was going on, only to be hit in the same place of my stomach as yesterday, sending me back to the floor. With my eyes watering, I tried to keep the tears at bay, knowing it's only going to get worse. "Keep your head down. Do not look at us," father stated. "Give me the paper." I hurriedly went for my bag, fishing the paper out. Slowly standing,  trying not to put to much pressure on my ribs and stomach,  I kept my head lowered and raised my hand out that was holding the sheet. "Leave, do homework." He raised his voice once more. "Yes sir." I said, while trying not to run up the stairs.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I went to my en suit to check on the bruises. I shut the door to my bathroom, lifted my shirt, and turned to look in the mirror. Well, I've had worse. Putting my shirt down, I slowly walk out of the bathroom and crawled into bed to start my work. I was just about done with my physics homework when my door slammed open, and my mother walked in.

"I'm not very happy with this assignment you have to do but it looks like I don't have a fucking choice in the matter. You have to do this or you won't graduate. I can't have you failing this fucking project and staying here any longer than you have to. I mean, who would want a mistake like you in the first place. When do you have to go to this partner's of yours place?"

Keeping my answer clipped, I answered, "Friday."

"You have to be home no later than 5, do you understand me? And when this person has to come here, you better act like the perfect child you should be. Or you will regret ever coming on this earth. Now, on to more important things. Go cook dinner. We are having guests tonight, so make enough for everyone."

I perked up at this, we never have guests, "Yes ma'am! "

"Don't get too excited, they don't know we have a kid. You won't be eating tonight. Cook, clean your mess, then go straight to your room and stay there. Do you understand?"

"But.."

"I said do you understand, Eva.  Fuck, can't you ever listen?"

Keeping my head down, I got off the bed to head to the kitchen, "Yes ma'am. "

Getting the ingredients out for lasagna,  I blinked my eyes fast a few times making sure the tears did not fall. They have never made it to where I couldn't eat before. I was already hungry from missing lunch. Aiken had made me so mad that when I saw we had the same lunch, I skipped going to the library to read, thinking I could just eat more at dinner time. Well, that's what I get for thinking.

Pulling the lasagna out of the oven, I heard the door bell ring. Shit! I hurried and put it on the table, making sure everything was set correctly then took off up the stairs. Right as I got to my room, I heard the front door open and my parents greeting the guests. I closed my door quietly, hopped onto my bed, getting comfortable. My last thought as my stomach grumbled for food before sleep took over was I'll have to have a big breakfast in the morning.