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Looking into the mirror, I looked at my bruised shoulder that seemed to be getting redder by the minute. A little more and it would cover the tattoos. Moving it a little hurt more than it was supposed to. I didn’t bother to put anything on it and pulled the hoodie over me. I grabbed the sweatpants and put them, covering more bruises on my thighs.
“Mi amor, hurry or you’ll be late!” My mom called out to me. I grabbed my bag and headed out the room. Mom was already outside in the car waiting for me. I quickly got in and we drove away. Mom stopped in front of the school gates and dropped me off. “Have a nice day amorcito,”she waved me goodbye.
I waved goodbye to her. Once she was out of view, I walked towards the school building. I quickly ran towards the gym. If I’m even a minute late, I’ll get in so much trouble. I slipped into the gym and sat down in the bleachers. “Hey baby!” Victor, my boyfriend, sat next to me.
“Hi!” I smiled at him. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed down his thumb on it. I wince and move away from him a bit. Victor grabbed me by my thigh and pulled me towards him. I closed my eyes, trying to hold in the pain. “Stop whining,” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his nails digging into my skin.
The only thing I could do was nod. “Yo Victor! Come play ball with us!” One of his friends called out to him. He took off his bag and handed it to me. I put it on my lap and just watched him walk away. It was like our daily routine, he’d talk to me only for a minute or two and then go play with his friends.
It’s like he doesn’t even want to pay attention to me anymore. God, it’s like I’m a love sick puppy. But then again I like that he doesn't pay attention to me anymore. I pulled the bag closer to me and put my chin on it.
The sound of the bell echoed throughout the gym. I placed his bag on the bleachers and got up. “Where are you going?” Victor asked me.
“To class,” I answered. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bleachers. He gripped my face, making me look up at him. “I didn’t tell you to leave.”
I nodded and he finally let go of my face. Victor went back to playing basketball with his friend and I sat there until they were done. Even when they were done, they sat down and started having a conversation. I pulled my phone out and noticed that I only had thirty minutes until first class ended.
“Come, we’re leaving!” Victor grabbed my arm, making me stand up. I grabbed his bag with my other hand and followed him out the gym.
He continued to pull my arm all down the hallway, making the bruise on my shoulder hurt even more. “Victor, it hurts,” I said to him. He stopped and turned around to look at me. I could feel him gripping my arm even harder. He then grabbed both of my shoulders and pushed me against the wall. “What you say to me?” He asked angrily.
“Please,” was all I could say. He grabbed my face, gripping it hard.
Victor raised his hand to slap me but the bell rang, signaling the end of class. He let go of my face, took his bag from my hand and walked away. I took a few deep breaths trying to stop myself from crying.
After a minute or two, I pushed myself off the wall and walked towards my second class. I walked into class and walked to my seat at the back of the classroom. More students filled the class after a minute. “Ok people, you have an essay due in about a week!” the teacher said walking into the class. Not even a hello or good morning.
“Feel free to partner up or work alone, whatever you want,” he placed his bag on the table. “You need to read a book and write about it,” the teacher explained. He didn’t say anything else and started working on some papers on his desk.
The rest of the class was spent with me trying to find a book to write the essay about. When class was over, I packed my things and headed to my next class. Nothing much happened in any of my classes. I headed to the last class of the day. Once again, I sat in the back. I have no friends and students don’t talk to anyone who sits in the back of the class. Well more like they don’t pay attention to the people in the back. 57Please respect copyright.PENANAKXEiN5kCeF
My phone vibrated and the screen lit up with Victor's name popping up. I grabbed the phone and opened the message. Babe, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, I love you. I read the message over and over again. Sorry! He’s sorry!? God I’m so tired from this. I hesitated for a moment before replying. It’s fine, love you too.57Please respect copyright.PENANAgsvRomA3ML
I turned my notification off and placed the phone face down on the table. Pulling out my notebook, I continued to write a short story I had started. Something that helps me calm down and I enjoy doing it. 57Please respect copyright.PENANAucJu2BUCJv
"I like your handwriting!” Someone next to me said. I turned to see a guy with curly brown and blond hair sitting next to me. “Excuse me?” 57Please respect copyright.PENANARwHXxFRt5v
“I said I like your handwriting,” he said once again.
“Oh umm thank you,” I said as I closed the notebook.
He gave me a smile and turned back to whatever he was doing. That was a bit weird. It’s the first time someone has ever talked to me since freshman year. I turned my phone around and a few messages from mom popped up. Looks like I’m going to be home alone. Mom works a lot so there is not much I can do.
The last bell rang and I packed up my stuff. I headed out the door and was met with Victor right outside. He had some flowers in his hands. “I came to pick you up,” he handed me the flowers. He bent down and gave me a peck. My body froze for a second. Victor isn’t the type to do pda.
“Come, I’ll drive you home.” He said intertwining his hand into mine.
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