The Bad and The Broken

Chapter 43

Thank god for tick hair

"Move your hair," he suddenly says.

My brows furrow.

I snatch his phone and type why?

"I just want to see your face," he says, close his eyes for a moment and then opening them back up to stare at me.

When I don't move, he reaches his hand up.

I flinch.

He stops and stares at me, and put his hand down. Then I realize he was going to move my hair and I don't know if I should be okay with it because it stopped him or be angry at myself.

"Did you think I was going to hit you?" he asks, "Why do you always think I'm going to hit you?" anger and hurt is in his voice.

My breathing is uneven again

I get up and quickly walk out of the cafeteria, but he follows.

"Dawn," he calls when we get to the hallway, "I'm not just letting it go this time. Tell me."

I try to go to the bathroom as fast as I could but he was faster.

He catches up quickly and tries to grab me, but I speed up.

Finally, I'm in front of the the bathroom and about run in, but he catches my hand.

He yanks me around, making me spin and crash into his chest.

My shoulder hurts from him yanking so hard. I look up at him, a little pissed.

He looks at me as well, but his eyes are trained on one thing on my face. 

His eye brows furrow in anger, his breathing becomes short inhales and exhales, his mouth curls into a snarl, and there's fire in his eyes.

I stare, horrified.

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I look down and try to get out of his grip but he won't let go.

I start breathing heavily and pushing against him trying to get free.

"Who the fuck did that to you, Dawn," he demands, his voice deadly.

I breath harder, and thrash around until I finally get free.

I run into the bathroom, and he follows me in

I run into a stall, and locked it as fast as I could

He pounds on the door and shouts, "Open the fucking door now, Dawn!" he pounds more, "Who the hell did that!"

Memories start to crawl up my brain. Horrible horrible memories.

I cover my ears with my hands and squeeze my eyes shut.

I sit on the floor and rock back and forth, fighting off the terrors creeping into my mind

"Open the damn door right now, you fucking bitch!" He screams

I hold Jesse closer to me, not listening to him.

After a while, he stops, and I relax a little a few minutes later.

But suddenly, the door is being ripped off it's hinges.