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Chapter 11
"So what do ya think," Jared asked snapping me out of my thoughts. "About what?" Everyone was giving me weird looks. "The legends?" "Oh um they were…interesting," it sounded more like a question. "Interesting," Paul asked. "I mean it's cool but it's just a story. I'm not into the whole fairytale creatures' thing," I shrugging. I got even more weird looks. "Skylar will you come take a walk with me, Paul said looking hopeful. I looked around the fire at everyone. Leah, Emily, and Kim were smiling encouragingly at me. Jared and most of the guys were leaning forward waiting for my answer. Billy and Old Quil just stared blankly at me. Sighing I said "Sure," awkwardly and let him help me up.
"You really didn't like the legends," Paul asked after we walked for a while. "Oh no I did," I responded quickly. I didn't mean to offend them. "So you guys are werewolves?" "What," he said loudly, he looked panicked. "The Legends. Your people come from wolves. Doesn't that make you a werewolf," I joked. Paul smiled,"Yeah. What do ya know? Skylar Masen has a sense of humor." "Ha ha ha so funny," I said sarcastically. "Let's play 20 questions," he said excitedly. "Why," I asked confused. "Because I wanna know you," I couldn't meet his eyes. "Okay."
AN: Paul: UNDERLINED Skylar: Bold
"I'll start. Favorite color?
"Dark Purple. Yours?"
"Blue."
"Favorite season?"
"Summer."
"Fall." I don't have to try so hard to hide the bruises.
"Favorite thing to do?"
"Work on cars."
"Really?"
"Yeah I just like fixing things. What about you ?
"Playing my guitar."
"How did you get into that?"
"My mom. I have even have the same kind of guitar that mom had. Um… favorite," I started to say before I tripped over a log. I felt myself falling but the ground never came. Looking up I realized how close Paul was. And he was getting closer and closer. I could feel his breath on my lips. I know I shouldn't have but I let his lips touch mine. He kissed me with his soft lips and I found myself kissing him back and enjoying it.
'Luke's going to kill you,' was the only thought in my head as I pulled away. I felt tears run down my face as thought about what might happen to me. But when I saw the concerned and fear on Paul's face I lost it, tears falling heavily down my fall. "Skylar... I," he stared. "I need to go," I said before turning and running down the beach. "SKYLAR," he yelled. But I kept running with him following me, until I saw the guys again. I ran to Jared, "I need to go. Now." "Skylar, what's wrong," he asked glaring at Paul. "I need to go," I said forcefully. "Skylar…," Leah said and I then realize everyone was watching. "Please," I begged Jared. He sighed, "Okay."
Jared left for work right after checking to see that I was okay. Which by the way I still don't know where he works or what he does. Anyway Jared was pretty freaked out about what happened at the beach. It took almost 20 minutes to convince him that I wasn't going to off myself.
"I'm so confused. What the hell do I do now? Why would Paul kiss me? Does he like me? Do I like him? No we just got caught up in the moment. Even if I did like him, which I don't there is no way he could like me. The quiet emo girl who cuts herself. Come on never going to happen. Then there's Luke. Yeah he's going to kill me. Why would Paul kiss me when he knows I have a boyfriend? Why would I let him? I have no idea what I was …"
Bam, my door flew slammed against the wall of my room. I quickly threw my notebook under my bed before looking to see who it is was. Once again fate decided to screw me. Standing at my door with a creepy smile on his face and a beer bottle in his hand, my dad. I backed myself into the headboard attempting to get away from him as he walked closer to me. "Wow Skylar you sure have gotten pretty," he slurred running his hand up my leg. "Don't touch me," I forced out as I slapped his hand away. That wasn't my smartest move. His face went from creepy to angry.
"You little bitch," he yelled. The force of his fist hitting my cheek knocked me off the bed. "You." Kick. "Will." Kick. "Do." Kick. "Whatever." Kick "I" Kick. "Tell." Kick. "You." Kick "To." Kick "Do." Kick. He left after spitting on me and laughing. I forced myself on my knees before I realize the pain this was going to cause me. I fell onto my back struggling to breathe.
After a little while some of the pain faded but not much. I finally found the strength to stand up. I stumbled and the pain was unbearable but I forced myself to stay standing. A few, minutes later I was able to walk to the bathroom (barely) and I was appalled by what I saw. A purple bruise covered my entire right cheek. Holding my breath I lifted up my shirt to inspect what I assumed was the worst of the damage. I was right. The skin by my ribs was completely black, blue and purple.
Shaking I put my shirt down and reached for the thing that helps me in situations like these, my knife. I shakily put it to my skin and cut. Three long cuts down both my arm and thighs. I smiled at the pain and blood. At least I can control this. I stepped into the shower and let the water run down my body till the bleeding stopped. Then after wrapping my ribs and getting dressed I went to bed.
NEXT DAY – 5 DAYS TILL BIRTHDAY
An awkward silence filled the truck as Jared pulled up to the school. I haven't said a word since he dropped me off at his house last night. I reached the door handle but hesitated when I felt Jared eyes on me. "Skylar," he said but stopped when I didn't look at him. The bell rang and I got out of the truck without looking back. The guys were all standing by the door watching me but I just kept walking. This is going to be a long day.
