WARNING: Abusive content!!******"Eric is keeping a party on Friday. Are you going?" Jasmine asked me the following week in English class."I don't know, Jaz. I have to think about it." I said, looking across at her. The teacher had given us a task to do and was currently at his desk grading papers."Come on. It will be fun." She said, then smiled mischievously. "Maybe Carson will be there."I frown at her. "What does Carson have to do with me?" I asked."You're into him. I know you would want to see him." She replied smiling."I don't know what you are seeing, but I'm not into him." I replied firmly."Sure you are. You guys went to the fair together last week. That must mean something." She stated. "Kayla, you're my best friend, I know you. But if you don't want to accept it yet, I understand."I rolled my eyes at Jasmine's weird theory. "Whatever you say, Jasmine. Okay, I'll go." Jasmine smile at me and went back to her work. I shook my head and continued my work also.After lunch,
I did not go to school the next day, which was Wednesday. My friends had called to find out if I was okay and I had to lie once again. I told them that I was sick, which was technically true. I was in no condition to go to school; physically and emotionally.I didn't go to school on Thursday either. However, in the evening I went to the pharmacy to get some pain medications. Allan did not go anywhere either. Now that he was out of work, he was always going to be home or out drinking.On Friday, I went to school. I had to wear a bit more makeup than usual to conceal the marks and bruises. My stomach and back were still in a small amount of pain, but I felt slightly better than I felt on Tuesday.At the end of the day, I went to Jasmine's house to get ready for Eric's party. I didn't have one clothes in my closet that was suitable for a party, so Jasmine said that she was going to lend me one of hers.I was now sitting on Jasmine's bed, after we had a shower. Jasmine was occupied as she
I woke up with a pounding headache and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in a strange room.The room was painted in a dark shade of yellow and it was a large room. It was much bigger than my room, that was for sure. I looked around at the room as I tried to stop the pounding in my head. I remove the sheet cover from around my body and saw that I was still in my dress from last night.I creased my eyebrows in thought, as I tried to remember what happened last night. No matter how hard I tried, I came up with nothing. The last thing I remember was drinking one shot and then two and then three and then I stopped counting. I rest my head on the pillow and closed my eyes again.Just then, I heard the room door being opened and my eyes pop open again. I look towards the doorway and I saw Carson walking in. His eyes met mine and he smiled. "Kitten, you're awake." He replied. I looked at him confused.What happened last night?He walked over to the side of the bed and handed me the
I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen as Carson made me breakfast. I can't believe he was actually cooking. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.When Carson had told me that I should come downstairs for breakfast, I thought that Linda, their cook, was going to prepare it. I couldn't have been more wrong. Carson was really a boy of many talents.When Carson was finished, he put a plate of pancakes and bacon before me and a bottle of strawberry syrup. "Here, eat up. You must be hungry." He said.I was starving. I looked at the mouth watering pancakes and I heard my belly growl. I didn't realize how hungry I was until now. It has been a while since I had a decent breakfast. I decent meal for that matter.I took up the fork that Carson gave me and took a bite of the pancake. I sigh with pleasure. This was really good. "Wow Carson, this is good. I didn't know you could make pancakes this good."Carson smiled and sat in front of me. "Well, I used to watch my mom cook when I
I was awaken by a small sound. For a split second, I thought I was back home in my bed and then everything came back to me. Living with Allan had made me become aware of every small noise. Especially when I was sleeping.I looked at the alarm clock that was by my bed and saw that it was five minutes after twelve. I was about to go back to sleep, when I heard a creaking noise again. Curious as to what made that noise, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. I opened the door slowly and stepped out into the hallway.As I stood outside the door of the room, I saw a figure coming up the stairs. "Carson?" I whispered.Carson looked up quickly when he heard my voice. "Kayla, what are you doing up?" He asked in a hush voice."I heard a noise and I know that you weren't home as yet." I explained. Carson was now standing at his room door, which was beside mine. Now that he was closer to me, I could see him clearly and I noticed that cuts and bruises were all over his face. "You're hurt." I
That afternoon after school, I went shopping with Mrs. Knight. It was actually great, but exhilarating at the same time. Every clothes I tried on she wanted to buy it. She kept saying things like:"You look so lovely!""This is cute!" "We definitely have to get this one!"I eventually told her that she couldn't possibly think that I was going to allow her to get all these clothes for me. I mean, she barely knows me and she wanted to spend that much.After persuading her, she gave in and I only bought a few item of clothing. She also bought shoes and any other things that she thought I would need. I didn't want to stop her anymore, because she was really having fun and I didn't want to disappoint her.After we left the mall, we went home. Since she was home early, she told Linda that she didn't have to cook that evening. She decided to cook dinner and asked if I wanted to help. I gladly accepted. For the rest of the evening, Mrs. Knight and I cooked dinner together. It was actually fu
The next day I did not mention the kiss to Carson. I acted normally around him because I didn't want him to think that I was thinking about it. In case it didn't mean anything, which I'm sure it didn't to him.To be honest, that kiss was all I thought about since it happened. I've had kisses before, but none of them affected me the way Carson's did. Carson also was back to his usual self, with his annoying, witty and smart comments.School had just ended for the day and I was waiting in the parking lot for Carson. Carson had told me that I should always wait by his car, so we could go home together. He didn't want me walking in case my stepfather had any bright ideas.Finally, I saw him and his friends walking from the school building. His friends head to their cars and Carson walked over to his car, where I stood."I'm going to drop you off at home and then I have to head to the gym." He said, when he reached me."Can I come with you?" I asked. Carson looked at me hesitantly. "Come o
"How is it living with the bad boy?" Jasmine asked as we walked to our first class, English, on Monday."It's alright, I guess. At least he's tolerable." I said admittedly."Awww," Jasmine said, smiling widely. "You like him. I remember how you used to talk about him before. You used to hate him.""I didn't hate him." I said."Okay, but you were always disgusted by him and his friends' delinquent behaviour, now you're all mushy when you talk about him.""Mushy? I'm not." I said, shaking my head. We reached our English class and sat down in our seat. As I sat down, I turn towards Jasmine. "He kissed me last Monday." I confessed.Jasmine's eyes widen. "He kissed you?!" She exclaimed excitedly."Shhh...keep your voice down." I said, looking around to see if anyone heard her outburst."Sorry, he kissed you?" She asked in a whisper."Yes, but I don't know if it meant anything to him." I said."Of course it meant something to him. He wouldn't have kissed you if it didn't." She emphasized."