Opposite worlds »punk h.s

Chapter 88

 

[Lucy]

 

I was not sick but I felt like I was. My throat still hurt, my voice was not as always and it hurt to swallow food. I wore the scarf all the time and I hated to see the marks of his fingers on my skin. It was hard to sleep, in my nightmares he strangled me and I could clearly see the way my body fell and how life slipped from my fingers. I died, every night in my nightmares I died because of him. He is a very sick person and it scares to think that there are more people out there like Taylor.

I told Madison that he would not return what he stole and I didn't tell her about the marks on my neck. She cried and thanked for what I tried to do. She was a bit devastated; the next day there was no expression on her face.

Now that I can sit and think what I did was stupid, I took a risk to go there and talk to a complete stranger. Although I have to admit I didn't think that it would end up with me being strangled. Normal people don't do that, but I have to repeat myself that this guy is dangerous as Eric and Harry said. I wish I could hit him at least once.

I couldn't go to boxing classes but I just want to go back. I need to hit something, my body is begging for it. I need to expel everything that is deposited in my skin and my mind. Slowly I realized that I created a list of enemies, it's not very long but it's obvious who is in: Bob and men who work for him and of course Taylor. In my mind I destroy them, in my tortured, scared but brave mind I hit them and I have no mercy.

It scares me to have these thoughts because I don't want to be a person full of hate but it's inevitable.

I comb my hair with my fingers and place my hair in front of my shoulders and with the scarf I manage to hide the marks.

I brushed my teeth and cleaned my glasses. I made my way back to my room and put on my cardigan and grabbed my backpack.

I went to the kitchen and Mike was having a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," I said and searched for a yogurt in the refrigerator.

"Good morning, Lucy. In the afternoon with your mother we will be free and I was wondering if you'd like to eat with us. "

We talked a little more after what happened with Madison. It was difficult but Mike apologized to me for what I saw and he said Madison deserved after all she said. I decided to accept because I didn't want any conflict in the house but I think Madison is already big enough and doesn't need a slap from her father.

"Just us?"

"I think Madison will also go," he spoke and didn't smile, not excited for the presence of his own daughter.

"Okay," I grabbed an apple and threw it inside my bag.

I had a message from Adam on my phone, he was outside.

"I have to go, see you later," I kissed Mike's cheek and then quickly left the house.

Josh's car was waiting for me. I greeted the tattooed boy and got into the back seat next to Adam.

"Hello and thanks," was the first thing I said.

"Mom baked some cookies and we also have donuts," Adam raised a paper bag in his hand and I smiled. "What do you want?"

"A donut."

I grabbed the donut and pinched it with two fingers. It was easier to eat because it was soft so it would not hurt so much to swallow. I chewed a piece too small and closed my eyes while swallowing.I feel like the donut slides and scrape the walls of my throat, it hurts a lot. I hate Taylor.