Lahat ng Kabanata ng Healing With My Bad Boy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GracieIt is the last night of the summer holidays. Our senior year starts tomorrow. It is my last year of high school. When I leave, I will miss school, but I won’t miss this damn town or most of the people who live in it. Everyone from my class is in the woods having a party. A tradition of this town and has been for years. It is the one night of the entire year we are all together, but when school starts again, most of us won’t even look at each other, let alone spend any time together. It is high school after all, what else can anyone expect?The bonfire is lit, the music is blaring, and the drinks are flowing. People are making out, taking photos and acting like they are all friends. It isn’t my scene. To start, I don’t drink for personal reasons. When your father is an abusive alcoholic who takes all his anger out on you, it tends to put you off drinking. I have a deep fear that if I start drinking, I will end up acting like him. I don’t want that. That is not who I am. I could

Gracie I am sitting in first class, tugging at the sleeves of my hoodie. I need to make sure they never crawl up, or people will see the bruises on my arms with my father’s fingerprints. He was drunk when I got home last night. He was rough with me. He always is. At least the bruising on my side is easier to hide than the one on my wrists.“Are you not melting in that hoodie?” Lola chuckles from next to me. I laugh, shaking my head. “No, I am alright.”The truth is, I am too hot, but I can’t take it off. If I did, people would see and start asking questions. You can tell by just looking at the marks that someone else’s hands caused them. I push my so-called father to the back of my mind and focus on class. There is something else distracting me, though, the stranger from last night. I am no closer to working out who he is. I may not ever know. Our class is interrupted by a knock on the door. It is the principal’s secretary. Our maths teacher, Mrs Holland, answers and talks to her f

Gracie I dread seeing Ryland after what happened last night. He saw right through my lies. It was written all over his face. I will need to make sure I convince him that I hurt myself. I don’t want or need him to find out anything else. I need to find a way to distract him from the topic. I finish getting ready and pull a baggy hoodie over my outfit. I can get away with it today because it is colder than it has been recently. I am trying to leave as quickly as I can. My dad is still passed out, and I would rather not be here when he wakes up. I grab my bag and run out of the front door. I am outside 15 minutes early. I take my cell out to mess around with it, sitting on my front porch and wait for Ryland. “Someone is eager to get to school.” Ryland! I turn to face him, smiling. He is standing in his garden. “Always, I enjoy school.”“Weirdo,” he teases. I jump to my feet and go out to the front of the house. Ryland soon joins me. I got to my feet, going out to the front path, R

Gracie As soon as I got home, I made sure to do everything that needed to be done, including cooking my dad’s dinner. I wanted to make sure I didn’t forget anything. I don’t want to set him off. He hasn’t bothered me since I got home, thankfully. It has given me time to do everything before I need to get ready to go out. I don’t want to go tonight, not really, but it was hard to say no to both. It will get me out of this house, away from my dad for a bit. I don’t plan on dressing up. I slip into a pair of shorts, an oversized hoodie, and my Converse. I pull my hair into a high ponytail and add a little mascara and lip gloss. I grab my bag and head out. “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Dad hisses, coming into view. “I am going to meet Lola.” “What, dressed like a little slut? You better not be going to meet some boy,” he hisses. “No, of course not.” It is a lie. I am meeting Ryland first. I text him to meet me further down the street. Anger takes over my dad’s face b

Ryland I am helping get Lola to her front door. She is wasted. She drank a little too much. Lola had a lot of fun, though, and that was the main thing. It isn’t easy, but I manage to get her there.“Are you sure you will be okay getting to bed? What if your parents catch you?”“I will be fine. My parents will be sound asleep. I will be very quiet, shh.” Her words are slurred, but she giggles.I unlock and open the door for her. Lola staggers in, waving behind her as she goes. She leaves her keys in the door and the door wide open. Chuckling, I take the keys out, close and lock the door, posting them through the letterbox. I shake my head, laugh, and return to the car where Gracie is waiting for me.“Will she be okay?”“She will be fine. She is a pro at this, no matter how much she has had to drink.”I have sobered up a lot. I am still a little buzzed, but I did stop drinking a while ago.“Do you need to go home right now?” I ask.It is one in the morning. I am unsure whether she has