Mistakes

1

  3 days since I went to that party.

  2 days since Mason hit me.

  1 day until I get to see Ian again.

        "Hello? Earth to Zoe." My sister's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 

        I smiled.

        "I heard you," I said.

        "I didn't ask if you did. Are you ok?" she asked. 

        I nodded and smiled again.

        "Anyway, Ian said he would be here in less than 15 minutes. I'm so excited," she exclaimed.

        Ian is her boyfriend. The one I couldn't wait to see either. Ian is twenty years old and has been dating my sister for 2 years. I'm 17. Ian is also the one I kissed one night when I came home from a party a few weeks ago. I was drunk and I couldn't make it up the stairs, so he helped me. Then I kissed him.  He didn't kiss me back, instead gently pushed me away. 

        "I know." I mocked her. 

        I sighed quietly and moved my hair out of my face, forgetting about the bruises on that one side. 

        "Oh no, Zoe." I heard her whisper.

         I scrunched my eyebrows confused. She slowly lifted her hand and gently touched my bruised eye. It suddenly hit me and I jumped up and away from her. I turned around and started breathing heavily. Another Anxiety attack. I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

        "Zoe did Mason hit you again?" she asked softly. 

        I turned around, an excuse ready to spill out of my trembling lips.

        "It was an accident. We were throwing a football around and it hit me in the face." I responded smoothly. 

        "That's not what those handprints on your neck say." she sighed. "You said you would tell me if he did it again." 

        "I know, I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose though, I swear." I lied. 

        She pulled me into a hug. Both of us knew that I was lying.  

        Thirteen minutes later, Ian was sitting in the living room on our couch. I was standing in the kitchen, trying to not hyperventilate about seeing him. Right before I was going to walk out the doorbell rang. I could still avoid him by getting it. 

        "I'll get it," I yelled walking out of the kitchen, through the living room. 

        I swung open the door and my heart dropped when I saw Mason. He held out a small bag and roses.

        "I'm so sorry baby." he apologized pulling me into a hug. 

        I hugged him back. He kissed my forehead and then my lips. 

        "Can we go talk?" he asked. 

        I nodded and grabbed his hand. We started walking through the living room. I heard my sister, Emily, clear her throat and give a small glare towards Mason. Thankfully he wasn't paying attention to her. Ian glanced over confused. I turned away and continued to walk to my room. 

         "You know I am so sorry right?" he asked once we got to my room. 

        I turned around and closed my door. I nodded as I set down the bag on my vanity. He grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me close to him.

        "Did you hear me?" he asked, his voice rising just a little.

        I trembled a little as I spoke.

        "Y-yes." 

        He stared at me and then dropped my hand and pulled me into his arms. He smoothed down my hair and I shivered. I wasn't cold, I just didn't enjoy his touch like I once did. Suddenly he laughed and pushed me away. I stumbled backwards and fell.

        "What the hell," I mumbled rubbing my arm that had hit the knob on my vanity. 

        "I just remember what Carter told me," he smirked evilly at me. 

        He took a step forward and squatted down in front of me.

        "Ok?" I shrugged.

        He pulled me up and pushed me against the wall. My head banged against the wall. 

        "Why did you kiss him?" he asked dangerously calm.

         "What are you talking about? I haven't even seem him lately." I defended. 

        He squeezed my arm painfully. Instinctively, I tried to hit him. My mistake. He slapped my and wrapped his hand around my throat. I scratched at his arms. He gave a final squeeze before he dropped his hands. 

        "I'm sorry. I just get so angry. Are you ok." he asked pulled me into a hug. 

        I nodded and I let him hug me.

        "I'm ok." I whispered as a tear slipped down my cheek.