Saved by The Bad Boy

Prolouge {Part II}

Some language. Enjoy!

{Prologue Part II}

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Gripping my face in my hands, I endured the annoying sound coming from two desks behind me.

Guess who sat in that desk.

Axel. Obviously. That bastard.

He was trying to get me riled up.

But I had other problems. A lot of other problems. So right now, that is kind of soothing. I would rather sit here all day listening to that stupid pencil making contact with a desk, then ever go back home. Ever.

And then the one thing that I never wanted to happen, happened.

"Okay kids. You can go." I heard the bored teacher say.

I slowly got up.

Maybe if I sneaked in my window they wouldn't even notice I was gone.

I grabbed my bag and slung it on my shoulder.

No. I can't do that. It would only make it worse.

I grabbed the door to get outside, but somebody grabbed my arm before I could get to it.

Turning around and seeing Axel, I quickly ripped my arm from his grasp. "Don't touch me."

He held his arms up in defense. "I just want you to know, this isn't over. At all. So watch your back."

Would he really hurt me?

I flinched and took a step back, scared he was going to hit me.

Once again, something flashed through Axel's eyes. He took a step back and abruptly left.

I sighed in relief and made it to my car in no time.

I grabbed the steering wheel and put my head down on it.

I hate this.

Blinking back tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes, I lifted up my long sleeve shirt. Looking at the green and purple bruise that covered my forearm.

That one was from my mom throwing a book at me.

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up showing the bruise covering right side.

That one was from my dad pushing me into a wall.

I looked at my fingers that were covered in bandages. Blood was oozing from the bandage and my nails were black.

That was from my dad slamming a door on them.

I traced my back and winced when I felt the bruise covering it.

That was from my mom hitting me with a bat.

All of that was about 3 days ago. For burning their pizza on the bottom.

I can't imagine what is going to happen when I'm late.

Wiping my face of any free tears that fell down my face, I started up my car.

They hate it when I cry.

I drove slowly since I knew it was going to happen anyway. I sent a quick prayer.

Pulling into the driveway, I reluctantly opened the door.

Meeting my parents standing right there.

They had that look on there faces. Oh god. This was not good. They were really mad.

"Where were you." My dad barked.