Behind Those Glasses
Chapter 2
I went to school in my gray Honda, It wasn't the best looking car, but it was my moms, I am sure she would want me to have it just because I was the only child of course, She had no choice.
School was the same this year I looked for a parking spot to park, I didn't really have a choice but to park where these two teens were kissing, Pffft Freshmen.
I had never had a boyfriend that had went to this school really, they all had been douches and honestly no guy around here would suit me. I got my backpack out of the back seat and headed to the doors of Raymond High School.
“Caitlin!” My best friend Hannah came running to me hugging me without giving me a chance to say hi, or any other greetings. “I missed you! It feels like it has been forever since we seen each other. I am sorry, I have been working to much.” She said not shutting up. “How was your summer?”
“Great” I said sarcastically.
“Listen, I know you miss your mom and all, But why can't you be a little happy?” She said wrapping her arm around me. “What happened?”
“What?” I said looking up at her.
“What happened to your arm?” She said grabbing me by my wrist and showing me what had happened.
I closed my eyes, I had to think fast.. My dad has been beating me for the past 2 years, I just havent told anyone because, I don't want to be looked at funny.
“I-” I said looking at my wrist. “I fell out of bed this morning.”
I pulled back my wrist and began to put on my jacket.
“Cate, What is really up?” Hannah asked pulling me aside and looked at me eye to eye, she was serious when she gave me the look, The look is when she looks up at me with a blank unreadable face. Her cold hands traced up my sleeve of my jacket and touched the mark of what dad did to me. “What happened?”
“I told you” I said ripping my arm back and turning the other way and walking off.
When I had turned, I head bumped into this guy, Dropping my backpack and my stuff flying everywhere.
“Move slut, Get out the fucking way before I knock your little ass out.” He said pushing me, Having me slammed against the locker.
He walked off kicking my backpack out the way, My eyes watered in tears when I seen all my stuff knocked on the floor.
I started to gather my books and backpack up in my hands and noticed my moms picture just laying on the floor and which made me burst into tears.
“I am sorry Mom, But I can't do it. I can't be strong.” I whispered to myself.
I grabbed my moms photo and put it into my pocket and stormed off as the tears flooded down my face.
