Clare's POV
I woke up the next morning on the floor, my body in pain. Surprised by the amount of pain I felt I began to freak out.
Jumping up I ran into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. Gasping in shock at the giant bruise on the side of my face and the black eye that had formed. I lifted my shirt to find that there were bruises on the sides of my stomach.
'What happened' I thought.
All I remembered was blacking out, and even that I was unsure of why.
I got dressed all throughout trying to think why I blacked out. Staring at the bruise in the mirror, I grabbed my makeup and began to cover it lightly.
Going down stairs I saw only my dad. That's when I remembered what had happened the night before.
I was standing there when he punched me in the face. I screamed as I felt the pain spread across my face.
"Shut up," he yelled punching me again.
I fell to the ground tears falling down my face, the pain was excruciating. I had never been hit in my life, this pain was something new to me.
'Why' I thought.
"I'm sorry daddy," I screeched.
"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up," he screamed at me.
He kicked me in the side of my stomach.
All I could do was be quiet. He punched me in the face once again. This much pain was too much for me to handle.
"Dumb Bitch," I heard him scream as he added one final kick.
Then my world went black.
I gasped, tears forming in my eyes at the thought that my father beat me. He turned around and glared at me.
Immediately I grabbed my things and ran out, terrified of my own father. It wasn't until I was outside did I even notice that I was crying.
I walked into school and went straight to my locker not looking at anybody and hoping no one would notice me. I got my stuff and started towards my homeroom looking down to avoid everyone.
That was a bad choice.
I bumped into someone.
"Watch were your going, Edwards," an annoying voice screeched.
I looked up and saw Jenna. With all the other tormentors.
"Awww, what's wrong Clare. Found out your too professional to join the ugly pageant," she said her friends snickering behind her.
Anger boiled inside of me. With my own father abusing me and being made fun of 20 minutes after I figured it out.
"Jenna don't you have anything better to do then harass me. Aren't you forgetting about your job as the school whore," I said without thinking about it.
Before I could comprehend what I even said. I felt her punch me on my other cheek. I snapped
I punched her back and kicked her in the stomach. She fell and I repeatedly kicked in the stomach and the face.
She grabbed my leg and yanked me down.
Hitting my head on the tile had given her the chance to punch me again.
Right before she could we were lifted away from each other.
Thinking it was Mr. Simpson, I feared what my currently perfect record would look like. Caught fighting all because of a bad day. Just thinking about it made me think of my dad and how he had abused me for no reason.
It was then I noticed it was K.C holding her and Eli was holding me. Immediately I felt calm.
And just as fast I snapped out of it. This is Elijah Goldsworthy he would never be my friend let alone like me.
I yanked out of his hold and ran to the bathroom. Where I entered a stall and began to cry. The bell rang signaling that first period was over. I hadn't noticed I had been in the stall that long.
I walked out fixing my hair and make up. Applying cover up on the newly formed bruise.
I left the bathroom, determined to go on with day as usual. Pretend as though nothing happened.
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English, the last period of the day. And during this time, we were required to work through the whole period.
Like last class all Eli did was talk to his friends. I barely even got anything done.
Annoyed, I finally decided to make him help me. And with my luck the bell rang.
"You know your going to have to help me," I said.
"Why should I?" he smirked.
"Because it's part of your grade,"
"Fine. Let's go somewhere to work on it or something," he got his stuff and started walking.
I cautiously followed behind him.
He had gone to his car. His infamous hearse, Morty. Any girl would die to be in it.
He opened the door for me, which I hadn't been expecting. I got in he shut it and went to the drivers side. As he started the car and began to drive I realized I had no idea where we were going. Before I could ask he stopped at the park.
We got out and went to one of the many picnic tables, starting on the essay.
We were almost finished, when it started to rain. Grabbing our stuff we ran under the nearest tree. For only being in the rain for only a minute, I was soaked.
I moved the hair out of my eyes and looked at him.
His eyes widened in shock.
"What?" I asked.
Eli's POV
Clare looked at me. I stood there dumbfounded. Staring at her. There were two large bruises one on each cheek and she had a black eye.
"What?" she asked.
"What happened," I said looking at her bruises.
Her eyes widened and she stuttered, "The fight with me and Jenna."
"Jenna didn't hit you there," I said pointing to the other bruise.
"Oh, that I fell," she said. Obviously lying.
"Are you sure?" I asked, hopping that she was telling the truth.
"No," she said and collapsed crying in my arms.
I was going to find out what was hurting her. Making sure it never hurt her again.
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