Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 19

Sunday 11:45am
"Nowhere" I mumbled, see now I was legitimately scared, I'd never done anything like this before, I spoke back, even shouted a few retorts here and there, but never had I sneaked out and then returned the next day.
"Who the hell do you think you are" He scoffed, walking closer towards me cornering me in the edge of the room.
"I-
Before I could say anymore, his fist collided with my face and everything went black...lovely.

Monday 5:07am
I fluttered my eyes open only to be met with a splitting headache and the glaring sun, I was lying by my front door...that dickhead didn't even bother to take me upstairs, or I don't know, but a damn blanket over me or something!
I was trying to get my thoughts together when I noticed it was unusually sunny, most days by 2pm it starts getting dull, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the time, 5:07am 
Wait what? But I got here at like 12 or something...right?
Then I checked the date [Monday 12th], holy shit it's the next day, THAT PEICE OF SHIT LEFT ME ON THE GROUND, KNOCKED OUT, FOR A WHOLE DAMN DAY.
I was ready to scream and I was ready to shout, I pulled myself up only to tumble back down onto the hard ground...okay maybe I'm not so ready.
My whole body was sore, and I could spot a trail of blood down my shirt, yay another bloody nose I'm guessing, maybe he decided to try something more creative this time.
I took a deep breath and attempted to stand up once more, this time I made it and I headed to the bathroom, I don't think I was ready to look in the mirror but I guess I have to, considering I have to leave for school in an hour.
Hesitantly I looked up at my reflection, and lets just say it wasn't a pretty sight.
I had a black eye, not to swollen luckily but it was pretty frigin obvious, there was dried blood smeared all over my face and my lip was cut and bruised.
I washed my face clearing up all the blood, but there was nothing I could do about the black eye, I owned zero make up and nore did I have the money for it.
I had two options here: number one, not go to school  and risk getting my face fucked up again.
Or number two, go to school, be stared at all day and questioned by Leona...and make Carson even more suspicious.
Well either way I'm fucked aren't I?
I sighed, limping upstairs to put on some new clothes, I didn't have much of a selection so I just pulled on a dark hoodie and some leggings and I tied my hair up into a knot.
Grabbing my bag I headed out the door, well that was an interesting weekend, partied my Saturday away, and spent my Sunday laying on the ground knocked out, now that's what you call an amazing time...note my sarcasm.