Today was Wednesday and I was at the cafe. Miranda had called me right after school and asked if I could come by the cafe for two hours. I didn't mind because I could do with the extra money.It was now five thirty and time for me to leave. Carson had asked me to come to his house at six thirty so he can continue helping me with maths. I clocked out and left the cafe. I decided to go to the nearby mall to explore until it was time to go to Carson's house.I walked through the entire mall and after half an hour of checking out every store, I was ready to leave. I left the mall quickly and walk to Carson's house.Twenty minutes later, I was ringing the doorbell. Once again, the maid, Ms. Nordia answered the door."Oh hello." She said, when she saw me. "If you're here to see Carson, I'm afraid he is not here.""Where is he?" I asked, as I check the time. It was almost six thirty. He knew I was coming at six thirty.Ms. Nordia shook her head. "I don't know." Just then, I saw Mrs. Knight c
The following day, I did not see Carson at school. I hadn't seen him in the hallways or at any of the classes that we have together. I was starting to think that he wasn't at school.I was now at my locker getting my books for my last class. My back was turn, so I didn't see when someone came up behind me."Hey." I heard a voice say and I turn around quickly, while my books fell to the floor. I look up into the face of a smiling Carson."Carson, you moron. You scared me half to death." I scold him. I bend to pick up my books off the floor, then look back at his face, studying him. "Are you okay?" I finally asked."Yes I am." He answered waving away my concern. "I actually wanted to see you to tell you thanks for what you did last night." He scratched the back of his neck and grin sheepishly. "I don't remember much, but I know enough based on the blurred parts from what I actually remember and also from what Michael told me.""It was no problem." I replied, hugging the books to my ches
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