Cat's POV
It's been about a week since Robbie came over and talked to me. When Robbie left my dad decided to beat me with a belt. He was drunk as always. After that... my dad explained how he would be gone for a week, next week. So he would be going now. I was excited honestly. Nobody hurting me for a whole week!
But, me and Robbie had barely talked since the incident. I could tell he knew something was wrong. That was not good. Other than me and him, the group was normal pretty much.
I closed my locker with all of my books in hand. As I started to walk someone came over and tripped me. I fell on my knees, with all of my books flying out. I stood up and turned to who tripped me, Josh. Oh I completely forgot about him. There goes my excitement. I could just sense rape and abuse as as his brown demon eyes stared me up and down, burning into my soul.
I groaned, turning back around and bending down to pick up my books.
"Did you trip?" Someone asks. I looked up to see Tori. She walked over and bent down, picking up my books and handing them to me.
"Sure." I said.
"Thanks." I said half smiling and standing up with her.
"No problem." She smiled.
I started to walk away with her to Sicowitz's class, but I was interrupted.
"Hey, I'm not done with you." Josh said. I turned around to face him to see him grinning and walking towards me with his little posse of friends.
I groaned, "What do you want, Josh."
"What?" Tori whispered.
"Let's just go." I said to Tori, then I whipped around and started to walk away, but Josh put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him.
I was about three inches from his face, making me uncomfortable. I avoided eye contact with him.
I bit the inside of my cheek, "What do you want Josh?" I whispered annoyed.
"My house. After school." He whispered grinning.
Then he pushed me away, and walked with his friends.
Ugh. There goes my week alone.
I turned to face Tori and she was smiling.
"Soooooo, are you two a thing?" She said.
"Ew no!?" I said fake gagging. The fact that she wouldn't even acknowledge that something was clearly wrong made me sad that she was so... blind!
Her smile disappeared, "Then what was that about?" She asked.
I shrugged and tried to walk away, but she stopped me.
"What'd you talk about? I won't judge." She said crossing her arms.
"What are you, my mom?" I snapped. Oh god, why'd I say that? I can't contain my emotions sometimes.
"Sorry I just--"
"No it's fine, I'm sorry. You should be able to know this stuff." I said.
I sighed and we kept walking to Sicowitz.
.-.-.-.
It was last period and I was now in a class everyone was required to take. It was basically a singing class, kind of like choir. It was the end of class, and Mr.Grandchamp was giving out our assignments.
"So class, for today's assignment, you are to write a song or sing a karaoke and perform it at our schools party next Friday. You can either sing a solo, or pair up with someone, or 2 people, and sing a duet or a trio. Once again, you can either write an original song of sing a karaoke. Any questions?" Mr.Grandchamp asked.
"If we write an original song, do we have to play the instruments live, or can we make a recording?" I asked.
"I prefer the instruments being played live, but a recording works too." He said.
The bell rang and everyone got up and walked out.
I had no idea what to do for this. I kind of wanted to do a duet, but who's going to ask me? And who'd I ask, they'd all just reject me. Nobody's ever actually heard me sing individually, my voice just blends in with the others when where singing a group song... I've also written lots of songs. I can't even ask my friends to do a song with me because they are not in the same class right now, and when they are in that class they have different assignments.
As I walked to my locker, I realized, that's it! I don't even have to go through the trouble of writing a new song, I'll just use my own. All I have to do now is write notes and pick out instruments.
As I walked home I thought some more. I also have to find a song that isn't about abuse and my crush on Robbie and other boys. I walked into my house and ran to my room, remembering my dad may be home. I rushed up the stairs to my room and locked my door. Out of breath, I walked over to my pile of useless shit and books, and picked up my music book brushing my hand over the cover. The leather felt good against my fingertips. I sighed and walked over to my xylophone, which was the instrument I played for Hollywood Arts, since it was a required.
I sat down on the chair in front of the xylophone and opened my book and flipped to a page. I'd have to write a new song. Just looking at the titles of these, I could already tell it was not something I could ever use to sing around anyone. They'd all be suspicious about it. I looked at my xylophone and then I realized something... I was supposed to be at Josh's house right now. Oh shit. I ran out of my room, grabbing a sweatshirt and a purse with my phone and other items in it. I threw the sweatshirt on as I ran out of the house. I speed walked to Josh's house, luckily he didn't live far. When I got there I rang the doorbell and he answered almost immediately. My eyes met his, and just by looking at him, I could tell he wasn't sober. He was drunk. His eyes where shaking. He was shaking. And his breathing was heavy.
"H-heyyyy kitty." He said drunkenly. He chuckled slightly, half smiling. He suddenly pulled me inside, making me squeal.
His hands wandered to the hem of my sweatshirt, sliding his hands under it and stroking my stomach. I clenched my jaw. This can't be happening again. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not anytime soon. He pushed me against the wall aggressively and kissed me hard. I could smell and taste the wine in his mouth making me want to puke. He grabbed my waist harshly... that's going to make a mark.
"St--op, Josh!" I squealed through kisses, but that only made him kiss me harder.
It only went further than that, and with every second it hurt more.
⍩⍩⍩
I woke up dazed. My head hurt as well as my back and legs. I moaned in pain and winced as I tried to lift my arm. Where am I? And that when I remembered... Josh. I sat up wearily and looked around. I was in my own room. Josh must've took me home this morning when he woke up, because I know there's no way he'd bring me home past midnight, especially being drunk.
My legs felt so sore, I can't even explain the pain I was feeling... it's like if someone sliced my leg right in half with a knife. I decided to stand up, I have to start somewhere. I put a little pressure on my left foot to try to stand up, only to have my foot give out on me. I screamed in pain as I stumbled over into the floor. I bit my lip... my leg can't be broken, right? There's no way that Josh broke my leg... he most likely drugged me until I passed out and molested me in my sleep, and anything could have happened then.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I rolled up my leggings. Great! A giant, swollen, purple bump barley a foot from my knee. What do I do? There's no way I'm going to be walking on this... I can call someone? No, would be a terrible idea because what would I say? And what do I even look like? I probably have bruises all over me, and it's not like I can even check to see if that's true... I can't even fucking move. Well, I can't sit here and cry all day, someone's going to find me eventually. And plus, I have to pick up my brother later today. My moms going to be busy at work all day... I've got to call someone. I can't move, I'm practically a potato.
Maybe I'll call Jade. She's been seeming very understanding lately... and I'd just tell her I tripped and hit my leg really hard on my nightstand or something-- then maybe that I passed out. I'd also have to tell her to pick up my brother... she wouldn't be too happy about that. I'll just tell her it's an emergency, and he needs to be picked up. Yea... that'll work, hopefully for now. But the future is the least of my worries right now... my brother, and my leg. I need help, I don't care what Jade thinks. And plus, she's not that heartless, she'd never even leave Tori here alone and hurt here. Whatever... let's do this.