Elizabeth
379 Words
I was tossing and turning all night from the most recent beating I had received. His dinner was cold once again because he had come home hours after I had made it. At least I can hide these bruises.I decided that I didn't want to be in the same house as this monster. I was walking and crying around 3 AM when from behind me I hear someone talk.
"Hi."
I turned and met the eyes of Ace.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Does he really expect a real response. I just nod.
"Why don't you talk?"
I silently sigh and pull out the notepad and pen that I keep with me.
'What I have to say doesn't matter. Why do you care anyways?'
"I was just wondering."
For some reason he was keeping pace with me. It was actually rather comforting to know I wasn't alone out here.
"What's with the bruise on your cheek?"
I stiffen. Why did he have to ask about that of all things. I write out
'Its nothing.'
When the sun is starting to rise Ace turns to me,
"Well I'm going home, the sun is starting to rise. See you at school."
We were at my house by that time so I wave and go inside. I hurry and start on making breakfast for father. When I finish that I hurry through my routine and head out of the house before he wakes and hits me again. I arrive at school and run into this freshman in the hall.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm Luna by the way."
I pull out my notepad and write.
'It's fine. I'm Elizabeth.'
"Well it was nice to meet you but I gotta get to class. Bye!"
I wave and finally go to class. God I hate history. For some reason my heart flutters a little bit when I remember that Ace is in this class as well.
Wait. What is happening? This shouldn't be happening. I just need to finish out the year and leave and never look back. Why is my body reacting this way. I don't want this. Right?
He probably just thinks I'm a stupid mute anyway. I need to get over this. He wouldn't even know who I am if it weren't for the partner project in English.
He will forget about me when this project is over. Right?
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