Jessica's POV
I hate my life. That's really all I can say. Nothing good has come out of it. I don't even know what I'm going to do with the baby. I might just keep it because I can not get an abortion; I always believed that it was wrong. I don't even know what my boyfriend is going to say about this or my dad, the only person that knows is Kyla and I'm glad she's actually going to stand by me through this.
Anyways back to the actual world instead of thinking about it. After the club me and Ash went to, we left dragging along my new friend, Spencer Carlin. I'm not surprised Ashley is helping her out; Deep down Ash is a great person but mostly everyone thinks she is just some stuck up cheer bitch with money but I believe Ash wants them to think that.
I know she cares about her position on the squad and basically protects it with her life but really she believes that's all she has; She knows she has me and Kyla but I guess she's afraid we'll leave her just like her first and only love did.
When we got to Ash's house we helped Spencer up stairs and into Kyla's room and laid her on the bed and she soon fell asleep. I'm guessing Ashley's going to make Kyla and me watch over her for the night.
"Ashley, Why is she here?" Kyla said looking at us confused.
"Well… She needs to be taken care of and she wouldn't go home." Ashley said while giving Kyla a look saying 'please take care of her for me'.
"What are you going to do when she wakes up?" Kyla said matter-of-factly.
"Well she won't remember a thing so just tell her you brought her home because she was totally wasted." Ashley said giving her a 100 watt smile.
"Fine just go away," Kyla said giving in and Ashley running up to her and giving her a hug and saying thank you then left.
Kyla and I sat on the bed looking at Spencer. "What do you think she's dreaming of?" I say noticing how her face looked so peaceful.
"I have no idea… How are you?" Kyla says while looking up at me.
"I'm fine… I have just been wondering what the hell I am going to do," I say looking off into space hoping not to cry because I feel like an emotional wreck.
All of a sudden my phone starts to ring. I look at the caller ID and it says Chris calling. Shit it's my boyfriend I so do not want to talk to him right now but I know if I don't answer I'll pay consequences later.
"Hey honey" I say into the phone in a cheery voice hoping it sounds like I am happy to talk to him but I am so not.
"Don't hey honey me. Where the fuck are you?" Chris yells into the phone. Great he's drunk. Only bad stuff happens when he's drunk and that's a lot. He wasn't like this when I first met him. I hate to say this but I love him even though he does bad things but you know love makes you do stupid things including wanting to be with them.
"I am at Kyla's," I say whispering into the phone.
"Come to my place, NOW!" He yells the last part and hangs up. If I go I'll get beat up if I don't I'll get even more beaten up. So I am going to go.
"Umm Kyla I got to go. I'll talk to you later," I say getting off her bed. She grabs me not letting go.
"You're not going. I can't let my best friend get hurt," She says looking at me with the saddest eyes I ever saw but she doesn't understand I have to.
"Kyla its ok. I'll be fine. I love you," I say to her knowing nothing will be ok and I won't be fine.
"I can't make you do anything that you don't want to do," She says, "but I'm still going to try." She pulls me into a hug and cries out "Please don't go."
"I have to" I get loose from her and walk out the door. I hear a faint yell saying I love you too. That just makes me start to cry. I know she does but I have to go and I hope she does understand soon of why I'm doing this.
I walk to Chris' house in about thirty minutes. He opens the door before I even get to it. He looks so mad; I should just make a run for it but I don't. He grabs me and pulls me in when I get close enough to the door in reaching distance of him.
"When I tell you to get here now, I mean fucking now!" he yells at me as he grabs me by the wrist and throws me on his bed. I don't say anything because no matter what I say it won't change anything.
He starts to slap me as hard as he can, leaving a cut on my cheek. When he notices I'm not fighting back he starts to get even madder. I guess he likes when I fight back: its just I'm use to the pain from him and my father and I learned to just take the pain.
He takes of his pants then mine beginning to get more aggressive by the second. He grabs both of my wrists above my head and begins to thrust as hard as he can into me. I start to break down because he has never actually been this far.
Just pain is all feel when at first I couldn't feel anything and I begin to sob aloud but that's a bad idea from him slapping me again yelling, "Shut the fuck up bitch!"
A couple of more hours I endure of this pain when he finally collapses on top of me as I just roll him off of me. I lay there for about an hour looking up at the ceiling not wanting to move to wake him but then I decide he's fast asleep and I get up to go to the rest room to see the damage.
I look in the mirror to see a bruise and the cut with dried blood around it. I look at my thighs, arms, and stomach and yep they all have bruises from him. I began to cry as I slide against the bathroom door.
I lay there to what seems like forever but then I go to lay with him for when he wakes up. I fall asleep exhausted from crying and the pain.
I wake up and see him starting to stir awake. He looks at me with his green eyes and his eyes go big. "I did it to you again, didn't I?" He says looking hurt. He's two different people when he's sober and when he's not. It's like him having two lives. One is abusive the other is loving. When he drinks and does something he won't remember the next day but he'll remember it when he's drunk again.
"Yea…" I whisper to him.
"I'm so sorry. I promise I'll stop." He says. Wow where have I heard that before I just hope it's for real this time.
I smile and give him a kiss letting him know I believe him even though I don't. I am so glad it is Saturday because I can not go to school looking like this. I get up to start getting ready for the day and so does he.
He looks like the normal teenage boy when he's done getting ready but of course absolutely gorgeous. You can tell he's a football player and very popular at his school. He looks like the sweetest guy.
He finishes getting ready before me and waits for me as I try and cover up all the bruises on my face. I walk out of the bathroom and see him just starring at me. "Lets go out to eat breakfast" I just nod and we head out the door and into his SUV.
I just hope today will be a better day.
Okay I didn't really like writing this chapter because this is true. Everything that happens with jess is true because I have a best friend and all this stuff happened to her and basically I am Kyla. Well plz review and tell me what you thought. Love you guys—IwillAlwaysLoveSoN