Bruises

Him

"Hey, Nicky!"

Fuck.

"Uh hey, Jason" I murmur as I try to make my way around him.

"Are you ok?"

Why does he suddenly give a shit about a me?

"Yep. Uh, excuse me." I try again to maneuver around.

"No you're not what's wrong" he grabs onto my wrist, making me wince and jerk away.

"I said I'm fine, now let go of me" I growl, trying to pry away from this meaningless conversation.

"Nicky what's wrong?"

God bless fuck off

"NOTHINGS WRONG" I hiss, snapping my head up at him. Oh god that was loud. Everyone turns away from their own conversations to look at me, including the teacher.

"Nicky..."

I hear a couple of gasps around the room as people see my face. I feel Jason's eyes trail from my semi-swollen black and purple eye, down to the deep cut on my bottom lip, and finally landing on the bruises peeking out of my collar. I felt my face go pale and tears forming at the corners of my eyes as I hear the room fill with whispers.

"Nicky I-I..."

I hurriedly gather my stuff and walk quickly out of the room, keeping my head down as I make my way through the empty halls.

I was about to get to my locker and then... BAM. I crash into a wall of muscles and tattoos.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here"

I keep quiet as fear floods my body. The rest of me grows rigid.

"Now you didn't tell anyone who gave you that little bruise right?"

"N-no Brandon..."

He backs me up against the locker, making me wince as he pins me by my wrist

"Oh you didn't? Then what's with you rushing out of your home room like that" He hisses through his teeth. I feel the grip tighten on my wrist.

"I said I didn't!" I begged while trying to pull away

"DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME BITCH" he spits into my face

My head turns away from him and I squeeze my eyes shut. I desperately wanted somebody, anybody, to walk through the halls and interrupt this nightmare.

It's gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok. It'll be over soon. Just take it then it'll be done with.

God this day can't get any worse.