Author's Note: You guys make my fucking life. For real. And just fyi, my day did get better, so I will update. (:
Eli drove me home in silence. It gave me time to think. Maybe Spinner was telling the truth. Maybe he would never hit me again. Maybe he would just stay quiet.
Maybe I was dead wrong.
I got out of Eli's car and walked up to the apartment.
The TV was on full blast and no one was watching it.
"Spin?" I called.
Spinner came staggering out of the kitchen, beer in hand.
I groaned. "Aw, Spin, you're drunk again?" Spinner had developed a small drinking problem over the summer. "C'mon, Spin, give me the beer, dont do this again,"
I reached carefully for the beer, but he pulled away. "Get away,"
"Spin," I insisted.
He pulled too far away and when I reached for it, my sleeve came up.
"What's that?" he slurred.
"Nothing," I pulled my sleeve down.
Derek grabbed my wrist and pulled up my sleeve. When he saw my wrist, he dropped the beer. He used my arm to slam me against the wall. "Why?" he screamed into my face. I could smell the beer on his breath. "Emo bitch,"
"Spinner!"
"Shut up," he slurred again and wrapped his hand around my throat. I gagged. He let me fall to the floor, and he kicked me in the stomach. I cried out in pain. The burning fire in my stomach froze my body. He kicked me once again, his foot clipping my shoulder then nose. I felt the blood pour out and the aching throb in my shoulder.
Spinner turned and walked out the door. I curled into a bawl and sobbed.
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Spinner wasnt home the next day. I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. My nose was swollen and red, my shoulder was scatched and my stomach had a big bruise on it that looked like ink.
I covered make-up all over my face and prayed no one would notice. I walked to school alone. In a hurry to get out of the house before Spinner got home, I was one of the first ones there.
I sat on the front stairs and tried to focus on my math homework.
It was a hot day out and I longed to roll up the sleeves of my shirt and let the sun soak in my skin. I knew I never could, though.
I carefully slid the sleeve of my left arm up, little by little, until my scars were exposed. I looked around and didnt see anyone. I touched one of my freshest cuts.
"Julia!" someone called.
I quickly slid down my sleece and looked up.
Mark Fitzgerald - Fitz - was walking towards me. He came over and dropped down beside me on the stairs.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, Jules, I didnt see you at school yesterday. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about JT,"
"Thanks, Fitz," I murmured and looked away. Eli got out of his car and was walking towards us.
"Hey, Jules. Hey, uh, Fitz," he nodded towards Fitz.
Fitz rolled his eyes and stood up. "Jules, if you need anyting..." he trailed walked away, leaving his sentence unfinished. I knew why. What did my ex-boyfriend with a criminal record and suspended liscene have to offer?
Eli took his place by me on the stairs. "You're here early,"
"I walked to school,"
"Why?"
"Spinner wasnt home," I shrugged, wincing when I moved my shoulder.
"Oh. I could have driven you,"
I shrugged again, ignoring the pain. "I guess I didnt think of it,"
"So how is Spinner about the whole, you know, hitting you, thing?"
"Uhh," I hesistated. "He's...sorry. I guess. I didnt really talk to him much last night,"
"I guess I understand,"
We sat in silence for a few minutes until -
"Julia, what happened to your neck?"
I didnt answer. I forgot about the bruises on my neck. "What do you mean?" I whispered.
He was quiet. Serious. "Did Spinner try to choke you?"
The silent tears streamed down my face and I nodded.
Eli wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. "Jules, how long has he been hitting you?"
I shook my head. "It just recently started. It's never happened till now,"
"Julia," he murmured. I shook my head, knowing what was coming next. "Julia, you have to tell someone. He tried to strangle you - he left marks!"
"Eli, he's my brother! I cant send him to jail. Do you realize what he's helped me through? What he's been through? I cant send my only family member to jail,"
"But he could have killed you,"
"But he didnt!"
"Julia!" someone else called.
We both looked up to see Spinner walking - staggering - towards us. Eli stood up.
"I thought you werent going anywhere, Julia," Spinner slurred.
"Spinner, I know you've been hitting her," Eli said calmly.
"Shut up. Nobody's talking to you," Spinner came over and grabbed my elbow. He yanked me off the stairs and dragged me towards his car.
"Spinner, let go of me," I begged.
"We're going home,"
"Please?"
He ignored me and continued to pull. I hated this. I hated this feeling of being restrained or held against my will. It made me want to crawl out of my skin, to cry, to scream, to kick, to do anything...
"No."
Spinner stopped, hearing the authority in my voice. "Exucse me?"
"No." I said louder.
He yanked my elbow. "Let's go,"
"Spinner, get off, stop it, let me go, stop," I struggle as he pulled me and he turned me around to grab the top of my arms.
"Why cant you just shut the hell up?" he screamed, shook me, then let me drop, throwing me to the ground.
My legs came out from under me and I felt my head hit the concrete. I felt my head cloud with blackness. I could no longer see or hear or speak. Blackness.
Author's Note: gosh, I'm so embarrased of this book :C lol. I wrote it soooo long ago, like boiling point time when i was a sucky writer, lol.