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He stopped the car down the block, catching me by surprise as I had told him which house it was.
Does he know?
"Thank you." I told him, staring up the street at my house,
I dreaded even the thought of going inside, knowing that my father was probably awake by now.
The sun had started rising and I looked over at him, finding him staring back at me emotionlessly.
"Thank You." I said again, trying to pass time and a small smirk formed on his blank face.
Though he smirked, his eyes remained cold and nonchalant.
He pulled away from the curb, driving down the street and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Around the block." Was the only thing he said, leaning back in his seat.
I understood, letting out a small laugh as he gave me a few more minutes to think about how I was going to get into my house undetected.
If I got caught my mother was surely not going to back me up even though she knew why I left the house at night in the first place.
Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and decided that whatever happens,
Happens.
After circling the block, he pulled up down the street again and looked over at me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask me if I was ready now and I nodded, giving him a grateful smile.
"Goodbye, Landon." I said, giving him a small smile just as his phone rang and he nodded.
"Bella."
Laughing, I opened the door and walked slowly to my house.
He didn't drive away until I was by my front door.
His car then drove down the street slowly, not speeding away until he turned onto the next street.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door as quietly as possible, slipping inside and going toward the stairs.
Just when I thought that I was in the clear, I felt a blow to the back of my head, instantly knocking me over.
I fell to the ground, hitting my head against one of the steps.
I was barely conscious when I noticed that there was blood running down my forehead.
"Where were you?" He asked angrily, grabbing onto my hair and yanking my head backward.
I didn't respond and this only angered him.
This part always confuses me.
If I answered, he'd get mad.
If I didn't answer, he'd still be mad.
My head throbbed as I laid there, being pushed and tugged like a rag doll.
"You're a Slut!" He shouted and after that I just zoned out, staring at the roof again as he beat me violently.
My father was a tall, slightly muscular man. He had blonde hair and murky brown eyes that always filled with anger once he saw me. He has a lot of anger issues toward women as he said that we were all useless.
When he was finished, I still didn't move. I couldn't.
It was too late to even begin to go to school and my body and face was too bruised and swollen to try hiding it.
I sighed, slowly sitting up then falling right back down, pounding on the floor with my fist as the pain in my ribs hit me.
Tears both wet and dry coated my cheeks and I dragged myself up the stairs, going into my bathroom and sitting on the bathroom floor, turning the shower on and just,
Sitting there. I stared blankly ahead of me, then sighed. My lips were very swollen and I felt it.
I should start my own lip-line. "Naturally Violent" by Victoria Rhee.
You come in, get punched in the face and Voila! Temporary lip fillers and plumpers.
I was fully clothed as I sat there, watching all of the blood run down the drain. I cried, letting everything out by myself.
At a certain point the water was scorching hot, making my cuts ache and I didn't care right now.
I just needed someone that I could trust to talk to. I craved that.
Someone who wouldn't get me into trouble by reporting whatever I told them.
After a long time, I took my clothing off and showered, almost screaming in pain as the soap made contact with my cuts.
I didn't hate my father and I didn't hate my mother either.
It was hard to hate the very people that you once loved so much.
I got out of the shower and went over to my door, jamming it with my computer chair and laying in bed, wishing that somehow, it could just swallow me whole.
A week later, I laid in my bed again, not leaving my room a single time this week.
My mother came by a few times but I couldn't even speak, so she left.
Today I felt a bit better, deciding that I'd go for a walk and stretch my sore and almost broken bones.
I got up, getting dressed and leaving when I knew that my father left for his night shift.
I went downstairs, deciding that I'd go to Dino's and get something to eat.
My mother was sitting in the Living Room and I kissed her cheek before leaving. Instantly being hit with the cold air as I stepped outside, tucking my hands into my pockets and staring up at the sky.
The night was busy, as it was still slightly early.
I walked all the way to Dino's, entering and taking a seat in one of the booths.
I stared out of the window as I thought and was interrupted by the same waiter as last time coming to my table.
"Another Blueberry Muffin?" He asked and I looked up, giving him a small smile.
"Hi. And yes, thank you." I replied, to which he returned my smile and left to get my order.
I relaxed slightly, sitting back and wondering why life just had to be this hard for me.
I could've been in my bed right now, talking to my friends on the phone about Celebrity Crushes that I'd never meet in life.
I placed my head down, still staring out of the window before I saw a black SUV drive by.
I was about to look away when I noticed that it stopped.
It reversed all the way back before pulling into the parking lot. The back door opened and I smiled slightly as I saw him step out of it.
He walked into the Cafe, walking over slowly before sitting in front of me and I smiled.
He just looked ahead of him, looking extremely angry and I felt like running.
"Long day?" I asked, rubbing my hands together under the table and he didn't reply.
"Whenever I have a bad day I just think of something better." I smiled, not minding that he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk.
"What happened to your head?" He asked me tonelessly and my hand instinctively reached up and touched the deep cut.
"I fell on the stairs." I replied, which was partly the truth.
He looked me dead in the eyes, searching for something before he shook his head, obviously not believing me.
I ran a hand through my hair just as the waiter came back and I smiled at him.
"On the house." He replied, still avoiding eye contact with Landon and I was still a bit confused about it.
But I just passed it across as both of them just not having a mutual liking to one another.
"No, it's fine." I told him.
"I insist." He said, already walking away and I sighed, looking back at Landon.
I split the muffin in half, cutting his into smaller pieces and he looked at it when I slid it over, picking up a piece after a while and I smiled at the progress.
"You can tell me about your day," I paused, taking a small bite."If you want. But if you don't, then that's okay too."
He took a bite, leaning back in his seat and shutting his eyes.
He seemed a bit tired and out of it and If I had to guess, I'd say that that was the reason for him being that agitated.
"Go first." He said, his eyes still shut and I smiled nervously.
"I laid in bed all week. It wasn't really interesting." I shrugged and he finally opened his eyes, slowly raising an eyebrow at me.
His eyes looked between mine and my head, then his eyes shut again once I answered.
"Is that the reason why?" He asked and I nodded slowly, knowing that there was no way around that question as he'd somehow know that I was lying.
"But, I'm okay," I said, looking down at my hands.
"Everything's okay." I said the last part under my breath, reassuring myself and I saw him take another piece of the muffin, motioning with his hand for me to do the same and I did.
"What about your week?" I asked him and he looked at me.
"I was out of town." He shrugged and I nodded.
"You went on a trip?" I asked and I caught the small smirk that came across his lips before it disappeared.
"Something like that." He said, sitting back and I took a sip from my glass, finishing my half after a while and smiling proudly at myself.
"I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow." I randomly said, placing my head down on the table.
"Grocery shopping is the fun part but standing in line is what I hate the most."
He shut his eyes, but I knew that he was listening.
"Between me and you," I said, leaning closer as I spoke. "A few old people farted in front of me before." I heard a small chuckle escape his lips and I smiled upon hearing it, looking down at my hands.
Time passed by and I did most of the talking, slowly watching his previously angry state change into a more neutral one.
"Isn't your driver going to be mad after having to wait this long?" I questioned and he shook his head.
"No." He replied and I took the last sip from my glass.
"It's five already." I told him and he opened his eyes, checking his watch and nodding.
He got up, this time dropping a twenty dollar bill down on the table before I could even get my money and I shook my head, about to say something when he walked to the door and opened it for me.
I sighed, walking over and going outside.
We walked toward the SUV and the driver got out, coming around and opening the door.
Landon stood outside, waiting for me to get in first. I thanked the driver and wondered if he just had rich parents or something, watching he got in on the other side.
He said something in a different language that I didn't quite catch then his eyes snapped to mine as I winced from the sharp pains in my stomach.
His eyes put me in a trance. I couldn't seem to look away from him and didn't know what to do.
Today he wore a plain black shirt and black jeans. His hair was messy, yet tamed and his face was as emotionless as ever.
He didn't even bother to hide this side of him with a fake smile and I was actually happy about that.
As the car passed under the streetlights, the light illuminated his face in the darkness, making his eyes just look like clear orbs.
"Will you be at school tomorrow?" I asked and he was silent for a while before he spoke.
"Will you?" He asked and I let out a soft laugh.
"You can't answer a question with a question." I told him, shaking my head as I couldn't stop laughing.
I turned my head toward the door as I fell into a random fit of giggles, trying to hide my face until I sobered up and I heard him chuckle under his breath.
After a while, the vehicle made it to my street and I looked over at him as he looked down at his phone briefly.
"Again?" He asked and laughing, I leaned back and nodded, watching as without him having to say anything, the driver started driving again.
I sank in my seat and when the vehicle stopped driving, I knew that I was home.
"Tomorrow?" I asked and he kept looking at me for a while, then he spoke..
"Tomorrow, Bella."
Landon I looked at her, her eyes looking down at a single muffin as if it were a full course meal.There was something off about her.She picked it up, breaking it into two and sliding half across the table on the plate. As she slid it across, the sleeve of her sweater rolled back to reveal her arm.It was almost entirely covered in cuts and bruises, confirming my theory that something was off about her eyes. Her green orbs held nothing but pain behind them and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that that was the reason she avoided her house. She quickly retreated her arm, pulling down the sleeve and giving me a smile."Do you have any hidden talents?" She asked as she took a bite.I shook my head, observing every movement she made.Her hair was down, an attempt to cover the bruises on her neck but I still saw it.There was something awful going on inside her house. And I was positive that all of those bruises could never be put there by one person.They were too fresh."Come on
VictoriåHe stopped the car down the block, catching me by surprise as I had told him which house it was.Does he know?"Thank you." I told him, staring up the street at my house,I dreaded even the thought of going inside, knowing that my father was probably awake by now. The sun had started rising and I looked over at him, finding him staring back at me emotionlessly."Thank You." I said again, trying to pass time and a small smirk formed on his blank face. Though he smirked, his eyes remained cold and nonchalant. He pulled away from the curb, driving down the street and I furrowed my eyebrows."Around the block." Was the only thing he said, leaning back in his seat. I understood, letting out a small laugh as he gave me a few more minutes to think about how I was going to get into my house undetected.If I got caught my mother was surely not going to back me up even though she knew why I left the house at night in the first place. Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and decided tha
Victoria "Long day?" I asked, rubbing my hands together under the table and he didn't reply."Whenever I have a bad day I just think of something better." I smiled, not minding that he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk."What happened to your head?" He asked me tonelessly and my hand instinctively reached up and touched the deep cut."I fell on the stairs." I replied, which was partly the truth. He looked me dead in the eyes, searching for something before he shook his head, obviously not believing me.I ran a hand through my hair just as the waiter came back and I smiled at him."On the house." He replied, still avoiding eye contact with Landon and I was still a bit confused about it.But I just passed it across as both of them just not having a mutual liking to one another."No, it's fine." I told him."I insist." He said, already walking away and I sighed, looking back at Landon.I split the muffin in half, cutting his into smaller pieces and he looked at it when I slid it ov
VictoriåI picked myself up off of my bed, wiping away the blood on my lips and going into my bathroom.My hair was matted with blood, causing a sigh to come out of my mouth as I saw that the wound on my head had reopened because of my father.I got into the shower and washed everything away, washing my hair then getting out and wrapping myself in my towel.After that I got ready for school and left the house, not bothering to make breakfast as my mother wasn't even home.It was still kinda early, so I took the long way to school. I smiled at everyone as I passed by, instantly being cheered up as I received smiles back,Humming, I was about to walk past a man on the side of the street when I overheard his conversation with someone."Miss, please. I haven't eaten in a week." He pleaded."You think you deserve money from me? You'll never be anything but a homeless fool!" A woman shouted at him as he sat on the side of the street in tears and I instantly shook my head.I took the rest of
Landon I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way.My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them.It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves.It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did.She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence.Because of that, it was evident that when she was silent, something was wrong with her."I'm so not ready to get farted on." She laughed, shutting her locker and looking over at me."I can kinda smell it already."She looked down at what I knew was her Schedule, swiping some hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. Then she looked back up at me."Which cl
VictoriåI hummed as I sat on stage, eating one of the blueberry muffins that Landon had gotten me. I was finished setting up and I still had some free time, so I spent it on my own.You're still there, right?Okay, I'm just making sure.Yesterday my father hit me with a frying pan in the head.I would be mad but the sound it made almost had me laughing out loud. He asked my mom if she wanted to help me as I bled and she shook her head. I felt alone. Like there was no-one I could depend on anymore.The door opened and I watched as the guys walked in, coming over and sitting in the front row. "Slater told us you were in here." Damien said.River and Ryder came over, sitting on the stage on either side of me."You look sad, Rhee." River said, looking at my face and I shook my head."I felt kinda sick." I told him, to which he nodded."Let's do Romeo and Juliet." Ryder told River and he nodded excitedly.The both of them stood and I got off of the stage, sitting next to Damien, who smil
Landon I sat on the couch as they removed her body, checking my watch and seeing that it was now twelve."Clean this up. I'm leaving." I told them, getting up and walking through the front door.Getting to my car, I unlocked it and got in, placing my gun away and placing the key into the ignition.As I was about to turn it, someone slapped my window, not really startling me.I turned my head slowly toward them, watching as a man stood there, staring at me with pure rage in his eyes.Inwardly groaning, he expected me to just roll down the windows but instead, I got out of my car."You animal!" He screamed, swinging at me and I dodged it effortlessly, rolling my eyes."What's you problem?" I asked tonelessly and tears filled his eyes."You killed my wife!" He yelled, charging at me like an angry bull and I lifted my arm, landing a single punch to his face and he fell backward.I watched as he remained on his knees, sobbing as it probably finally hit him that his wife was dead and there
Victoriå"Landon?" I called quietly as we walked down another aisle and he looked over, showing me that he wasn't listening."Why don't you like people?" I asked, knowing that he had something to do with the fact that the store was empty.He didn't answer for a while, but I knew that he eventually would so I picked up another item."Just don't." He responded and I looked over at him again."Does that mean that you don't like me either and you're just pretending?" I asked and he shook his head, but didn't respond."I'll take that as a 'No, Rhee, you're the bestest, most greatest person I know'."I used my hands to speak dramatically, laughing when I was done and saw his face."Well, I think you're a good person," I placed another item in. "You just don't see it." He looked at me for a while and for the first time ever, he looked away for a split second."You're not?" I asked, knowing that that was a sign of a lie. He just shook his head, looking back at me and I smiled."Not liking or