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The Crying Game

Havana.
I woke up for school the next morning and immediately started dreading it. I grumpily walked to the bathroom and got in the shower. After a nice hot shower, I got out and got dressed and started to straighten my lion hair. After that hassle, I walked down to the kitchen and put a bagel in the toaster. As I was waiting, I checked my phone for any texts but surprisingly there wasn't any. I guess after our little "fight" he can't text me a simple 'Good morning.' Childish. If he wants to be childish, then I can too. My bagels popped up in the toaster making me jump in the process. I put strawberry cream cheese on it and started to eat.
"C'mon, I'm taking you to school. You can eat in the car." Marvin said, standing in doorway of the kitchen.
Oh great. I nodded and wrapped my bagel in a paper towel. I grabbed my bookbag from my room and walked back downstairs, out the door and to the car.

"You know, your mother doesn't have much time left." Marvin spoke.
"She'll make it, she always does."
"I hope so." He mumbled.
Not much was said after that. Five minutes of silence later, we pulled up to my school.

"Have a good day." Marvin mumbled.
Yeah, whatever. I got out the car and walked into the school. No sign of Zayn. I have a bad feeling about today, I don't know why but I just do. I walked to class and tried my best to pay attention. Zayn walked in but went to the opposite side of the class. Well, that doesn't hurt at all. As I was doing my work, a note was put on my desk. I opened it and it read,
'What's up with you and Zayn? -Chris'
I sighed lowly and wrote,
'He found a bruise on my arm from your father and thought you did it, so we had a small fight.
I passed the note back to Chris and he took it and read it. The note passing went back and forth.
'So he doesn't know about what my father does to you?'
'Nope.'
'Oh.'
After that, the note passing stopped.
***
The school day was ending and I was glad it was. Me being me, I always leave when there's no other students left. I was walking out and I saw Chris walking to his car and Zayn waking to him. Oh god.
"Hey! You been hitting my girlfriend?"
Chris turned around and said,
"What?"
"You heard me. Have your been hitting my girlfriend?"
"No, I don't even bother her anymore."
"Then why did I find a bruise on her arm last night?"
"Because she didn't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"It's not my business to tell."
"What the fuck do you mean?"
Reading Zayn's body language, he looked like he was about to throw a punch. And guess what? I was right. I ran over to them screaming for them to stop. I tried to pull Zayn away but all that did was make me fall on the ground, hard.
"Chris didn't give me the bruise, my stepfather did!" I yelled, getting them to stop.
"He's Chris' father and he's been abusing me for years." I admitted.
"So you told Chris and not me?" Zayn questioned.
"No, he found out on his own." I answered.
"And you still couldn't tell me?"
"I already come with enough baggage, I thought that it would be too much to tell you." I pleaded.
"That's kind of fucked up ya know." Zayn gritted.
"I know bu-"
"If you knew then you would've told me. Chris, a guy that has bullied you for years knows but me, your boyfriend, someone who cares for you so much more doesn't? What else does he know? Does he know that you cut?" Zayn asked.
"No. He doesn't." My voice cracked.
"You know what, it doesn't even matter because I'm done; we're done." Zayn stormed off, with my shattered heart in his hands.

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