I shouldn't have gone in with Paco in the pool house.

I shouldn't have lied to my parents.

I shouldn't have gotten drunk.

If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here crying out my pain and heart, thinking about Paco and how I got found out by my parents.

After Paco had left, David came looking for me saying my parents were calling and yelling and cursing.

He told me they had figured out everything.

Someone had sent them pictures of me drinking at David's party, of me break dancing in both rounds, and of me pulling Paco into the pool house.

I ran away from there and got home to a very furious parents.

Maria was gone and my little sister was sleeping.

"What the hell have you been doing?" My mom yelled as she shook with anger.

I've never seen her this pissed.

"Nothing." I said quietly.

"Don't lie to us!" My dad yelled as he smacked my face so hard, I stumbled and fell.

It stung so bad, tears fell to my eyes.

He's never hit me.

"Daddy..." I croaked.

"Tell us!" My mom threw the pictures at my face and I saw the evidence right there.

I couldn't lie anymore. So I told them everything except for the tattoo.

Their faces got red and purple as I told them everything.

When I was done, I felt like I was drowning.

My father grabbed my arm so tight, he cut off the circulation in my arms and yanked me up the stairs and tosses me in the room.

He grabbed his belt and whipped my butt so hard I felt it get numb I couldn't feel it anymore.

When he finished, he said to me.

"You will not leave this house except to and from school! You will not have any contact with that boy! You will go out with who we say you do! You will be watched when you walk to and from school! You will not have your phone until we can trust you again! You will not have your car back. And you will not speak to that boy under any circumstances! Understand?"

I only nodded my head and heard him slam the door.

I broke down crying when my little sister came in.

"Lia?" She saw me crying and she looked scared, clutching her stuffed toy.

I opened my arms and she went into them.

I held her tightly and she didn't complain.

She heard the yelling and screaming.

Now, I've been forced to ignore from Paco.

I had no choice and just when I thought I was finally happy, it all came crashing down.

I told David what happened and he looked angry and upset.

I felt horrible because I wouldn't be able to participate in the final showdown for our break dancing.

My crew needed the money and I let them down.

I timed it so I would go in just when the bell rang.

I couldn't help but look at Paco. He smiled then frowned in confusion when he saw me turn away quickly.

As I took my seat, Paco is stiff and rigid.

I knew he wanted to say something but Mrs. Peterson was talking all the time.

"You can't ignore me forever." He whispers as Mrs. Peterson is writing on the board just as class is about to finish.

I try to swallow against the lump against the back of my throat.

I whisper back. "I have no choice, Paco."

I really didn't.

He sighs softly and leans closer and I pull away.

"What's wrong?" The concern in his voice is killing me. "Is this because we fooled around Saturday? Do you regret it because I don't."

I feel myself tearing up. I dont regret fooling around with him.

In fact, it was the only thing good in my life.

"Paco, please. It's not because of Saturday." I feel like I'm about to break down and he notices it.

I want to lean into his warmth and have him hold me tightly like he did at the pool house.

I want him but I can't have him and it's killing me.

I hear him suck in a breath and I realize that my sleeve had rolled up and the ugly bruise was a bright purple and black and you could see the imprint of fingers.

I hastily pull down my sleeve and a tear escapes.

"What. The. Fuck. Happened." He enunciates.

Please, please let the bell ring. I don't think I can hold out.

"Paco..." I whisper. I don't look at him.

"I'm sorry." And I am. I truly am.

As soon as the bell rings, I ignore his hand reaching out to me and I bolt out of the room.

I don't bother going into my locker. The only things that were in there was my clothes but they're not there.

I rush to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall as I cry out my pain and longing.

What I would give to have Paco's arm surrounding me.

I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom but I know it's late.

I clean myself up and walk out, right into a rock hard body.

I look up.

It's Paco.