Fix Me

Chapter 8

When my friends show upthat same morning me and hunter are sitting on the steps, hand in hand. Mariah is the first to show up and the look she gives me makes me laugh.

"Explanation?"

"Its exactly what you think." says Hunter.

I cant contain the smile on my face when he looks over atme. He keeps staring at me, with a goofy smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful."

Doubt immediatley fills my body. I respond with a fake laugh. If only he knew.

When the rest of my friends show up Mariah tells them the news before i even open my mouth. They are all estatic.

When the first bell rings Hunter stands up and grabs my hand. He pulls me up and into his chest. I hold him for a bit before looking up at him to have our lips meet once again. He reaches down to grab my backpack and carries it for me while i hold my roses.

"Do your friends know?"

"Yeah, i wouldnt be surprised if they were watching that whole time."

When we get to my first class wich is 3 doors down from his he kisses my forhead and hands me my backpack before heading to his class.

After School

I meet Hunter at the flagpole in front of the school.

"Hey," he says, pecking me on the cheek, like weve been togther for months,"Wanna go to the movies or something?"

At first im excitied until i remember my arrangements.

"I would love to, but i cant. I have to walk to my dad's house. Im supposed to stay with him every other weekend."

"Oh well let me drive you."

I look at him with a worried look, being ashamed of my birth father,although he's been no father to me.

"Dont worry," he says,noticing my expression," I dont have to meet him."

I relaxe and nod before following him to his truck.

When we arrive and i get out of thetruck (after a goodbye kiss of course) and head up the steps to his home. I brace myself for whats coming past the door. I let myself into a seemingy empty house I walk into the entry way and meet face to face with an old man. He smells of cum and beer.

"Who the fuck was that?! Youre little fuck buddy? How many have you had this week, slut?"

"Okay."

I take his insults instead of fighting back, as to minimize whatever abuse comes next.

"He wont come back for you. Nobody could ever want an ugly whore like you."
"You're so right thanks for informing me"

He pushes me back and slaps my face. When i see him reach for his belt buckle i run down the hallway. He immediatley reaches for my arm and pulls me toward him. He tears off the jeans to expose skin. He holds me down on the floor, his hand flattening my cheek against the hard wood floor. He uses his other hand to free his belt and flips me over. He beats me for a long while before noticing the now bleeding cuts on my hips.

"You little attention seeking bitch.Is that how you get your fuckboys? Pity?" He pulls the belt back and brings it down onto my cuts sending stings through my body. I let out a scream just as the doorbell rings. He releaases me and yells to get out of sight before answering the door to one of his regular prostitutes. Im out the bathroom window in seconds, my pants on and phoneto my ear, calling my superman.