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Chapter 2
(Gracie's POV)
I woke up the next morning exausted from staying up so late finishing homework. I looked at the clock it was six and I was tempted to go back to sleep. I stretched and got up going to look at myself. Damn I looked like death! I quickly jumped in the shower washing my hair. I got out and my brother wasn't even up yet.
"Get up, it's 6:30 and you haven't even gotten your stuff together." I said as I tried to move him to wake him up. He didn't say anything just moaned and rolled over off the bed as I got up to go back to the bathroom. I dried my hair and striaghtened it, add some make up, and went to my closet. I have no idea what I'm going to wear. I pulled out mini skirt and a cami with a white low cut shirt I was going to wear over it. I grabbed all my stuff and put it in my bag and threw it on my shoulder heading to the kitchen. We had a few minutes before we had to leave so I decided to get some breakfast. I looked in my brothers room before going to the kitchen and he was still laying on the floor. What the hell? We're going to be so late!
"Brad get up! You only have a few minutes before have to leave." I said in a much harder voice now. I couldn't be late to class that's just not how I worked. He slowly got up and I looked at him. He had bruises and red marks on his chest and a few marks and scratches on his face too. I looked at his chest curiously, I couldn't tell if it was the way he slept or if he had gone out last night and got in a fight. I put my hand on the top of his chest stopping him from going anywhere.
"What's that from?" I said as I rubbed my fingure of the mark and he flinched still half asleep.
"Mmmmh, I just had a rough night." He mumbled not really interested in talking. I had already figured he got in a fight with someone.
"Who?" I said sternly not wanting to play games. He looked at me a little shocked that I knew he had got himself into trouble.
"Dad came home late. I guess he had a hard day and took it out on me." He said uncomfortably rubbing his hands over his face. I had often seen my dad yelling at him or hitting him but I never payed much attention. I was to afraid of getting hurt myself. It really made me mad at times to see the way he treated us when he had a bad day. He walked past me going to the sink to wash his face. I walked to the kitchen a little worried there had been more to it then just a few hits. I grabbed my stuff and went out to the car, I wasn't really hungry anymore after thinking of what might have happened last night.
Brad came out a few minutes later, he didn't have the tired look on his face anymore and as always he look like he had spent hours on his looks.
"Don't make me beat anybody else up today." He joked as he walked over to the car. He always made me feel like I looked overdressed or so much better than everyone else. I looked down to see what the hell he was talking about but I just didn't see what he was talking about.
"Yeah because that's my goal, I'm going to try every day to see who I can get you in a fight with." I replied sarcastically rolling my eyes. He cranked the car and sat there for a minute thinking. I couldn't tell if something was bothering him though. He had this deep look in his eyes staring straight ahead. I turned to see if he was looking at something but there wasn't anything there.
"Uhh Brad?"
"Mmmh, yea sorry. Ha you know I'm going to get in a shit load of trouble for what happened yesterday." He said grinning and backing out of the driveway. I laughed he was playing back the memory from yesterday. I really didn't need to get him in anymore trouble today.
