Chapter 15! I am rolling here! Woohoo! Hope you guys enjoy...
The Three Day Weekend:
Kendall was in her room late Saturday night. Her dad was working late again and most likely wouldn't be home until Monday night. On weekends he tended not to come home until Sunday or Monday nights. She was thinking about her friend's stunt today. She didn't see it from her usual spot with Jackie, this time she stayed farther back. Much farther back. It was still a dangerous and awesome stunt. She just wanted to watch it from afar. She looked at her clock, it was almost 2am. There would be no sleeping for her tonight really. She decided to lay down and started to write in her journal. This was the best thing for her to do, as time passed. This was her third diary she's had. She hid them very well. When she was done writing and felt her eyelids begin to drop, it was after 4 in the morning.
She woke up again at around 9 in the morning. She got up and got dressed, doing her normal morning routine. She reached in her drawer, got her keys, headed downstairs, grabbed her purse, and left the house. She made sure no one followed as she was on her way to her explorer. Once in the vehicle, she drove out of the city again to go visit her unconscious mother. Whenever she visited her mom, she was never strong enough to stop her tears. She would always just speak to her. Her unconscious mother. The nurse who always greeted her, let her stay longer than the visiting hours. Not that any amount of time was enough. Kendall left with the same feeling always. She wanted to die, but never could get herself to finish the job. She lived in her own hell, and felt she deserved it. Nothing could make up for what she did, which is why she stayed alive. She deserved everything that happened to her. That's how she felt, and how she would always view her life. Death was freedom she didn't deserve.
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Sunday had been a long day for Kendall. Thankfully she got to sleep in because it was Labor Day and there was no school today. She woke up around 11am, not really sure what to do. She just stay in her room and listened to music on her laptop. She was positive her friends probably had some fun plans, but she didn't feel like having much fun, plus it's not like she could hang out with them anyway. She spent hours in her room, until a knock at the door interrupted her. She closed her laptop and went downstairs. She opened the door, not very happy at who was there. He let himself in, again, and she closed the door.
"Just what did you think you were doing?" He asked as he walked towards the living room.
"What do you mean?" She didn't understand. She kept some distance between them, but it wasn't enough. He slapped her.
"Don't play dumb!" He was angry. "I told you to stay away from the new kids! And who said you could dance like that at the luau?!" He glared. She held her cheek, her breath a bit heavy.
"I did stay away from them..." She looked at him.
"It didn't look like it to me!" He sneered. "And what kind of a slut are you to let another man embrace you in front of your boyfriend?" He grabbed her wrist tightening his grip. "You should have a least gave it up to me first." He brought her closer. She struggled and pushed him off.
"It was nothing like that. And I de damned the day I let you touch me like that." She shot back. This made him even more upset. He grabbed her arm and threw her against her glass living room short coffee table. The glass shattered, cutting up her arms and body. Some shards going in, while others were spotted with her blood all over the floor. She gasped at the pain. He grabbed her wrist again, hurting some of the cuts even more.
"How dare you talk to me like that! You do as I say remember!" He threw her back onto the shattered glass. "Look at you. Worthless." He glared. "Now do as I say and keep away from those idiots."
"They're going to figure out I'm avoiding them, and that something is up." He still glared at her. "What do you suppose I do then?"
"Please. There idiots. Besides I'm sure you'll figure something out." He looked cocky. "Now go get cleaned up like you always do." Her eyes widened.
"You...you know..." she stuttered out. He smiled smugly.
"Please. You're pretty good at keeping secrets. But I come here often, so you're not that good." She looked down. He chuckled. "It's not hard to see you're weak and worthless." He started to walk away, then turned around. "You know you deserve this. Deep down you know it's always your fault." He walked out the door, closing it behind him.
She looked around her. Shattered glass was everywhere. She got up, holding her right arm, which got the worse of the attack. She walked upstairs to her bathroom. She grabbed some tweezers and started to pull out the shards in her body. When she pulled out all of them, she grabbed a wet cloth to clean her wounds. She wanted to cry, but heard the last of his words hang in the air. She clenched the cloth, and knew he was right.
She let out a sigh when she was all clean of blood. She decided to head down stairs and clean up the mess. It didn't take long, the vacuum picked up all the slivers and shards of glass, then she cleaned the floor of her blood. She was going to have to explain this to her father, but that would be a later issue. She went back upstairs to take a shower. Her arms and body were in pain, the soap burned, but at least they were clean and healing. She wrapped them up and put on a long sleeve above the knee night gown, hoping some sleep would be good.
To be continued...
L: Wow...just wow...again... why do you do this?
M: ...I don't really know... just makes a realistic, or good story...
L: Man, you keep doing this to me, once I think I got it, you completely blow my mind and I don't have it... what is wrong with you?
M: I make good stories...
L: I'm like so sad for Kendall... Not gonna lie, I'm really interested to see how this works out...
M: Cool...anyway thanks for reading, I hope you guys like/love it too, and if ya don't...sorry, just how the story is... Thanks to those who review, I love feedback! Please keep reviewing and stuff! Thanks! Bye.
L: later... I'll keep my eye on her.