Bruised

Chapter 2

*Edited*

I look up at him with a blank expression.

"Are you alright?" He says reaching his hand out offering to help me up.

I reluctantly grab his hand and he pulls me up.

"I'm really sorry about that, I'm kind of a klutz." He says while rubbing the back of his neck, nervously.

I get up the nerve and speak. "Its okay, I wasn't really paying attention either." I said nervously while looking down so he wouldn't notice the bruises.

"What's that?" He asks.

I look up nervously and ask him. "What do you mean?"

He lifts up his arm and points to a spot on my cheek. "That purple-ish red spot on your face." He asks. Fuck, I must have missed a spot.

My eyes widened but I keep myself calm. "Oh that, I ran into a door earlier. Like I said, I'm pretty clumsy." I said nervously but tried to keep it unnoticeable.

He nods his head and chuckles, more so to himself. "Alright, well see you around...?" He drags on as if asking a question.

"Oh, it's Molly. My name is Molly."

He says nothing, but smiles, waves, and then walks away.

After School

I head to my locker and put all my stuff together. Gathering my notebooks, charger, pencils, and my laptop. My foster parents may be rich and all, but it doesn't mean they're loving. They only adopted me for publicity.

I walk out of the building, go to the parking lot, and sit on the sidewalk. I sit for about 10 minutes, then I hear James' black Cadillac pull up and he tells me to get in.

I go around the side and sit in the passenger seat.

"We need to talk"

I look at him worried.

"A- About what?" I say, and he looks at me strangely.

"What the hell are you studdering for? You afraid of me or something?" He says while glaring at me, with his eyebrow raised.

"N-no," I say looking away from him.

"Look at me, Molly"

He sounds concerned, he isn't. I turn and look at him, and he hugs me. But I don't think of it as a good thing, he's bipolar, sentimental one moment then total fucking psychopath the next.

"I'm sorry about today, you just make me pissed off sometimes. I hate it when you regect me," he says while tightly gripping my hair and shirt.

"I know I make you mad, and I'm sorry. I just- I don't want sex from you all the time."

I start to cry and he grips me tighter.

"We should go, I don't want to make my foster parents angry," I say letting go of him and wiping the tears away from my eyes.

"Ok..."

As we drove out of the school parking lot, I began to wonder. If James doesn't care, then why does he say these things. Why does he even pretend like he cares when I know he doesn't?

"We're here," he says.

I opened the door and gathered my bag. Just as I was about to leave, he grabs my arm.

"I love you, Molly. You know that right?" He says in a stern tone while gripping my arm so tight that I feel like it will break in half.

"I know, I- I love you too," I lied.

He releases the grip of my arm and I go inside. I hear his car roar up the street. Before I could even get to the door my foster dad swings open it open and drags me inside by my hair, drags me all the way up the stairs, throws me in my room, and locks the door behind him. 

"Why are you late!?"

"I'm only 15 minutes late"

"Don't back talk me, whore."

"You're one to talk"

"The fuck did you say to me?"

"You heard me."

"Do you want me to get the belt again?"

"You won't do shit"

"Oh really?"

He reaches on the table and grabs the belt. I put my arms up to guard my face and he hits my arms twice. He leaves and then locks the door.

"No dinner for you tonight," he says while walking out of the door. "Think about the next time you disrespect me. I might just have to bring a few of my friends over, I know they always have fun with you." He slurs his words.

What an asshole...

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This story will get a lot better, I promise! There is abuse in the first few chapters, but it will get a lot better.

End of chapter 2.....