Scars {Completed}

Chapter Eleven

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" I hear Mark laugh through the phone.

"Unless you never hang up." I laugh back.

"Sleep tight beautiful." He says, most likely smirking.

"Good night." I respond hanging up, and randomly strolling through the living room.

He actually likes me..

I smile.

He's probably just faking it.

For once, I ignore the remark from myself, and sigh out in happiness.

As I'm zoned out in my own world, I hear heels clicking from behind me, and see Nat dressed in a cute hot pink dress with silver sparkling stilettos.

"Where are you going?" I laugh, walking to her.

"Out." She giggles.

I just roll my eyes, and lean against the table next to the mirror she was standing in front of.

"So why does Matt have to pick you up? Doesn't he like... live here?"

"Yah, but I told him he still has to give us space. I know you don't fully like him yet." She says lining her lips with lip gloss.

"Yet?" I laugh.

"Yet. You're bound to like him soon."

When I open my mouth to reply, the door bell rings and I stand up straight. "I will go inside. Have fun." I smirk, lifting an eyebrow.

"Shut up." She laughs, answering the door.

I head inside and plop onto my bed, taking my phone out and opening up my Instagram.

A few moments of scrolling and a I hear a loud thud from the living room.

"Excuse me?!" I hear Nat yell.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?" Matt yells back.

No no no no no

I chant in my mind. I cringe as Nat yells back and I hear Matt grunt in anger.

"What are you gonna do pretty boy? Hurt me?" She threatens.

Digging my nails into the palm of my hand, my breathing quickens.

As I hear a loud crash from the room they're in, I feel my heart pounding even faster.

"We are through." I hear him growl.

"Leave her alone..." I mumble to myself.

Hearing the front door crash close, I quickly make my into the living room to find Nat on the floor, with a bruised cheek bone.

Sprinting next to her, I kneel down and sit her up.

"Nat..." I start.

"You can't tell anyone..." She tears up.

"What...?"

"Anyone. At all... Promise?" She asks, looking into my eyes.

"I- I- I promise..." I stammer.

"Thank you." She breathes, barely being able to speak.

Embracing her in a tight hug, I pull her back to see the damage.

The bruise wasn't big, but it looked like it hurt. A lot. Considering it was on her cheek bone, her eye was slightly swelled.

"Nataly, someone's bound to ask what happened."