Unspoken Words

Chapter 2

        My eyes open slowly as I feel the fresh breeze fan over my face. I try to focus on anything I can find to help figure out where I am, but my vision is blurry.
        The memories wash over me and I remember what happened. I look down at myself and see a lot of blood. Suddenly, my body is in a lot of pain. Pain stabs through my head and I turn to see a pool of blood where my head was.
        I carefully get up pulling out my phone to see what time it is. Its 7:0o. Well fuck. School has been out for 3 hours. Its nice to know how many people care. I call in to work and Callie answers.
        "Hey girl, what's up? You didn't show up to work but don't worry I covered for you." I smile and start walking to the bakery. 
        "Thanks hun, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm gonna work a late shift tonight to make up for it. Sorry you had to cover, I umm lost track of time?" I knew my lie wasn't very believable, but it was all I had.
        "Did he hit you again?" She asks in a shaky voice. I don't know how to answer that, so I just stay silent. She takes that as a yes and sighs. "You passed out again didn't you?" I nod and realize she can't see me.
        "Yes, but it isn't that bad I promise." She exhales deeply and I can hear her shuffling around. She grabs her car keys and says something to someone in the back ground. 
        "I'll be there in a minute. Don't. Go. Anywhere. Understood?" Sometimes she can be so motherly. But in a good way. She doesn't suffocate me, but then again she doesn't let me get away with anything either.
        "Okay. I'm a block away from the school." 
        "I'll be there in five." With that, she ends the call and I carefully sit on the curb. 
        I haven't had a really good look at myself so I don't really know how bad I look. I replay everything that happened this morning and feel the first tear fall. I wipe it away and stop anymore from coming. 
        His brown curls and piercing green eyes are very misleading. If not for the bullying thing, I probably would have fallen for him. He is very attractive except when he's mad. Then he's just plainly scary.
        A car horn rips me out of my train of thought and I look up to a wide-eyed Callie. She opens her door, running over to me. She gasps when she gets a closer look and that tells me I look worse than I thought. She takes one of my hands and places her other one on the small of my back as she helps me up.
        Slowly I get up each movement sending pain through me. I wince as she guides me to the passenger side of her car. I get in slowly and carefully and she closes the door behind me. I buckle my seatbelt as she gets in, starting the engine. She does the same and looks over at me with a look of pity.
        "That's it, I'm taking you to the hospital." I shake my head frantically. No one knows about the cutting and if I were to go to the hospital, they would find out for sure.
        "N-no you c-can't please. It'll get better, I promise." She looks at me for along time before surrendering. She nods and sighs.
        "Fine, but if it doesn't I am taking you to the hospital. For now, I'll take you back to my place. I'll clean you up and then we can clock in together." I shake my head remembering that she had plans.
        "No, I'll be fine. You have plans tonight anyways. I am not letting you cancel for me." Her green eyes light up as she remembers but her facial expression soon turns into a frown.
        "I don't mind really, I'd rather make sure you're alright." I shake my head.
        "No, go have fun. I'll be fine. I always am." She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed and finally nods.
        "You're still coming back to my place so I can clean you up though." I sigh and nod, knowing there is no arguing this. I can't go to work looking like this anyways.
        She smiles and claps her hands together knowing she has won this time. I chuckle and she puts the car in drive and pulls out, heading to her flat.
        Callie is only a year older than me, but goes to a different school. I am a junior this year while she is a senior. I wish she went to school with me so I would at least have one friend, but sadly she doesn't. Sometimes we hang out and we always have a great time.
        Before I realize where we are, she is getting out of the car, walking around to my side of the car. She opens the door before I can and helps me out. We walk to her door as she guides me. She unlocks the door and we walk straight to her bathroom. Her house is beautiful. I look around knowing this place like the back of my hand. Her parents are rich and paid for her flat when she moved out.
        She and her parents don't get along very well and most of the time she refuses the money they send, but that doesn't stop them. They think the money they send will make up for the time lost between them. Boy are they wrong. Most of the time, she uses the money to save up for college, or puts it into the house.
        I am pulled out of my thoughts as we ascend the stairs that lead to her bathroom. Once there, I hop up on the counter as she rummages through the cabinets looking for her first aid kit. When she finds it, she pulls out alcohol wipes and I bite down on my lip, knowing this is going to be painful.
        She carefully wipes away the blood on each wound before she disinfects them. I wince every time she touches one and she sighs. I know she feels bad for causing me pain and for the most part I hide it, but it is really painful and I caun't hide it all.
        When I think she is done, I realize she is just finished with my face. I roll my eyes and groan. She chuckles as she starts to lift up my shirt. I immediately wince and throw myself away from her touch. I forgot about the cuts for a moment, but know I can't let her see them. They are still an angry red from last night and I feel my wrists tingle as the need to cut slides across my mind. 
        I ignore it and crawl backwards, moving away from her. Her eyes are open wide and I hide my face. I feel her come closer and kneel down in front of me. I carefully raise my head and lock eyes with her.
        "What is it?" She asks carefully and I shake my head. I can't tell her, I just can't. She looks down and it breaks my heart seeing that look on her face and knowing I caused it. She's all I've got and I'm pushing her away.
        "I c-can't tell you." I say in no more than a whisper. She looks at me and before I know what she's doing, she yanks my shirt up and gasps at the sight in front of her. I close my eyes and let the tears flow. I don't feel like holding them back anymore. She slides up my sleeves and I cry harder. She exhales heavily and moves over next to me, pulling me into her arms.
        She rocks me back and forth until I've cried myself out. She rubs circles in my back as I calm down and I finally manage to look into her eyes. "Who knows?" She asks shakily. All I see is pain and sadness in her green orbs and I look away, focusing on my hands. I pull my sleeves back down before answering.
        "You." I say no louder than a whisper. She nods and lets a few tears slip out herself.
        "Why didn't you tell me? Maybe I could've helped..." I shake my head. I was expecting her to be angry at me, but she just looked sad and heartbroken. "Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't feel like this. You know that right, Liv?" I shake my head again, avoiding eye contact.
        "No one deserves this." I say shakily. At first I'm not sure that she hurt me, but she shifts and I know she did. "But it doesn't matter. It is what it is." I try to brush it off and make it seem like nothing, but I can feel her burning stare.
        "You have to stop ya know. One of these days, its going to kill you." I know she means well, but it just hurts even more. I tell her about my attempt at death and she starts to cry. "Do you know how much you mean to me? To your parents? To everyone around you?" I shake my head and look down.
        "If you guys cared so much, then why is it that no one saw this coming? That  no one saw how much I was hurting physically and emotionally. Even with all the bruises you saw and how you saw through my lies and pieced it together, even you didn't see this coming. No one did." I look down as more tears fall to the floor. 
        I'm done with this conversation. I get up and walk to the door. She doesn't move from where she's sitting and I take that as my cue to leave. "No one saw it coming." She whispers.
        That's the last thing I hear before I descend the stairs, my footsteps the only words to be heard. I open her door and close it behind me. I am greeted by the wind as it tenderly kisses my face. I walk down the steps and onto the sidewalk. 
        Before I realize where I'm going, I turn the corner and bump into someone. Since I was facing the sidewalk and not watching where I was going, his black converse are the first thing my eyes come across.
        I immediately know who it is and freeze in place. I will my legs to carry me away but nothing works. All I can do is wait for him to do or say something.
        When he doesn't say anything, I focus on my escape. I feel his gaze burning into my skin but refuse to meet his eyes. "Olivia." He whispers.
        His tone throws me off and I look up meeting his eyes. They look... sad? I shake my head and close my eyes only to open them seeing the same thing. "I-I'm sorry H-Harry... I didn't s-see you t-there. I didn't m-mean to b-bump into y-you." His facial expression slowly changes to pity as he looks me over.
        I focus my eyes on my ugs hoping that he'll get the message and walk away, but he stays where he is. I try to walk around him, but he blocks my path. I roll my eyes and feel the anger coming on. "What do you want Harry?" I fight to keep my tone steady and raise my eyes to his. 
        In a blink of an eye, the sadness and pain that was on his face a moment ago is now gone. 
        "What have I told you about talking to me like that you little bitch?" I cringe and flinch at his words, but he just laughs, clearly amused. I frown, my anger now gone. All that is left is sadness and fear.
        "I-I'm sorry, H-Harry. I shouldn't have s-spoken to you t-that w-way." He laughs again and picks my face up roughly.
        "You'd better be sorry. But don't think I'm going to let you off the hook that easily. You're really going to get it tomorrow." I focus my eyes on the ground waiting for him to hit me.
        When he doesn't I look back up at him. He seems confused. "Y-you aren't g-going to hit m-me?" I ask him carefully. Recognition passes over his face and he laughs, shaking his head.
        "No, there are too many people around." He says. "See you at school tomorrow, princess." I watch him walk away and dread tomorrow. Instead of walking to bakery like I was planning on doing, I change directions and walk home instead.
        When I get there, I see a note on the door and immediately recognize my mother's handwriting. I look at my phone and see a few missed calls. I curse knowing I'll hear about this later. I pull the note off the door and read it.
        
        Dear Olive,
                Your father was in a terrible accident and I am on my way to the hospital to see him. He was hit my a car and is in critical condition. They don't know if he will make it through the night. Please get to the hospital as soon as you can. I've left some food in the fridge from lunch, so you should eat before you come.
        I hope to see you soon hun.
                                                        Love Mom.