"Kaylee wake up." She heard someone whisper the next morning.
"Go away." She moaned rolling over and putting her pillow over her face.
"Get up. " She heard a rough voice say as she got tugged out of bed. She opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing over her. She realized he was squeezing her arm and she was instantly flooded with pain. She didn't let it show. Instead she sat up and pried his hand off. "About time. Your bus will be here soon. I suggest you get ready before it comes or else I'll drive you." He told her menacingly.
"Whatever." She mumbled as she walked over to her closet and pulled some clothes out of it. She then got dressed and pulled her strawberry blonde hair into a messy bun.
"Kaylee your bus is here." Her mom called. She quickly got her bag and walked to were the bus was waiting. She sat down and put on her headphones. As Eminem rapped she tried to sort out her feelings. She knew that Ryan was abusive and that she was starting to get abused and that her mom was probably next but she also knew no one would believe her if she told. She didn't have any proof after all.
"Hey," She heard someone say as they swiped her headphones off her ear.
"What the hell?" She asked turning around to see Tyler grinning at her.
"Touchy,' He joked handing them back to her.
"Sorry." She mumbled. She was not a morning person and she didn't want to upset anyone on her first day at a new school.
"That's ok," He told her still grinning. "Can I sit with you?" He asked boldly.
"I guess." She answered trying to make it seem like she didn't care although she was starting to enjoy his company.
"What happened to your arm?" He asked as she scooted in and set her CD player in her bag.
"What do you mean?" She asked looking down at her arm. She felt sick to her stomach as she saw a bruise forming in the spot Ryan had grabbed her. Great, she thought silently. She knew she shouldn't have worn her blue halter top. "I don't know." She said out loud praying he wouldn't be able to tell she was lying.
"Really? If I got a bruise like that I would know how I got it. It would have been very painful." He told looking at it as if he was trying to take in every detail of it.
"Maybe I fell out of bed last night and bumped it. I am the worlds biggest klutz." She said wishing he would drop the subject.
"So why did you move here again?" he asked his eyes never leaving the bruise.
"First of all my face is up here." She told him filling her voice with attitude.
"Sorry." He said meeting his eyes with hers.
"That's better. We moved here because my mom is going to marry Ryan soon and we're going to live here since Ryan can't part with his house and job." She told him rolling her eyes at the last part.
"And let me guess. You don't like him." He said finishing her thoughts.
"Exactly." She said relieved she had been able to vent somewhat.
"He's a nice guy you know that right. He probably just wants whats best for you and your mom and that's living here." He told her and she felt all the liking she had for him deflate from her. Ryan was not by any means a nice guy!
"Yeah whatever," she replied wondering how nice he would think Ryan was if she told him Ryan gave her the bruise on her arm. She didn't though, instead she put her headphones back on and turned the volume up full blast hoping he would get the message and leave her alone.