Ch.5 The First Time He Hit Me
Author's note: I meant to have this chapter out a lot sooner. My birthday was recently, so I would really love the present of a review. Please and Thank you!
I didn't see Trevor again til Monday. The anticipation of seeing him was too much. I ended up waking up for school that morning a half an hour early. I could already see us walking hand in hand on the beach as I got dressed. I wore that cute purple top I bought at the mall last week when we went shopping, Miles. I found the perfect skirt to go with it. I began to work on my hair when my mother's usual wakeup knock sounded. "Lilly, it's time to..." she said as she cracked my door open.
"I'm up already," I said with a smile. "You're up early," Mom replied, returning my smile. I quickly put my hair up in two loose pig tails. "That looks cute on you," Mom complimented. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. "Thanks," I replied. "I think Trevor will love this look," I said, my voice beaming with happiness. "You really like this boy, don't you?" Mom asked. There was a subtle hint of seriousness in her voice.
I smiled ever so slightly. Trevor was the first good one I'd had in a long time.
"I'm just letting you know that you should probably take things slow," my mother advised. Knowing what I know now I would have ended it then. "I gotta get to school, Mom," I replied, bringing the conversation to an end. "Have a good day at school," my mom called as I went out the door. I got to school soon enough. In no time, first period started. It seemed to fly by til the end, when the teacher began discussing the night's homework. It didn't seem like much, just a bit of reading and a Q and A part to go with it. But the homework gods were not with me that day, and the assignments continued to pile up until lunch.
I saw Trevor at lunch. He led me to a quiet place in the school's basement. As I began eating, he attempted to kiss me. It was ackward because I had food in my mouth at the time. "Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked. I finally swallowed, and looked deep into his eyes. "Of course I'm glad to see you," I replied. I smiled nervously. The rest of the time seemed to fly by until finally, the bell rang. "So I guess I'll see you after school then?" he asked. I didn't realize it yet, but there was something in his tone of voice.
I realized that between the amount of homework I already had, and the fact that the day was only half over, meeting Trevor at the beach would be impossible. See, my mom and I have a deal. It's similar to your agreement with your dad, Miles. If I don't do well in school, I don't get to take part in the skateboarding and surfing competitions I love so much. It's a fair deal. "I wish I could," I answered. "But I can't. I have too much homework, and my mom and I have-"
I was cut off by Trevor grabbing my wrist in a vise-like grip. "Listen up, bitch!" he began, his voice suddenly hard and cold. "Trevor, you're hurting me," I whimpered. I was suddenly afraid for my well being. We were in a place where there were no witnesses. The perfect place for what was about to happen. He ignored my cries of pain and continued. "You're my girlfriend, and that means you do what I say, when I say it!" I fought the urge to scream. It was pointless. No one would hear me. Not where we were.
"Now, I'll ask you one more time," he growled. "I'll see you after school right?" I looked him right in the eyes. Where before, they were warm and inviting, now they seemed cold, almost lifeless. "I can't," I repeated. A huge mistake. He pulled his free hand back and backhanded me across my cheek. There was definitely going to be a bruise. "I don't think I heard you correctly. I think you meant that you would meet me at Rico's, no later than ten minutes after the final bell," he corrected.
"I..." I hesitated as I saw him draw his hand back again in preparation for another blow. "I'll be there," I replied hesitantly. "You know, somehow, I thought you'd see it my way," he spat. "Don't be late, and don't you dare tell anyone about this," he ordered. Before leaving me in my misery, he studied my face for a moment. "I suggest you cover that up," he barked before heading upstairs. I knew right then what I should have done.
I should have gone immediately to the principal, a teacher, anyone I could find. But I didn't. I hesitantly pulled out my makeup compact. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, which had been cracked in the struggle. It wasn't nearly as broken as my heart. Was this really worth it? Why couldn't I find a good one? The warning bell sounded, meaning there was no way I was gonna be on time to my next class. Finally after several minutes of contemplation, I dabbed the makeup sponge generously, and then touched it to the now visible bruise.
After a few moments, all was well on the outside. Inside, I was beyond crushed. I did something I've never done before. I was gonna be late anyway, so I skipped fifth period. I went to sixth period as usual, and had to endure sitting between Amber and Ashley. It was out of sheer fear that I showed up on early that day at Rico's. After what happened at lunch, I really didn't want to know what would have happened had I been late.