I’m a simple girl. Blonde hair the girl with the outstanding pretty green eyes. I hide away all my thoughts and mind through the tiny sparkle I have always kept in my eyes. I have divorced parents, two houses, two cars, two whole separate lives. Seventeen, a perfect cheerleader with the body everyone wants, or wishes they had. A boyfriend that cares about me more than; his video games, his friends, his everything else. He is the one thing keeping me sane. 

I’m not perfect even I know that, there are so many things I could and would never tell anyone. The things I hide to myself, and refuse to let anyone into that part of my unforgivable life. The dark little place in the back of my mind, the abuse I take and hide. Cover the bruises on the outside and inside of my mind.

Nobody knows the pain I endure or the pain I can’t stand up to. Dark spots align my back, purple, and blue sometimes black. The ones on my face I cover up, a little foundation here and there. No will ever know the pain that confronts me. ‘October?’ I hear his voice call my name; it is more like a scream in vain. I want to walk out and to sneak away. But I know it would be best just to take in the pain. So I go toward the evil, a slight tear already staining my cheek. Letting it run my makeup clear from my face. Just a streak of the real me.

Daddy was drinking a few too many tonight. His friend in his hand he tells me to off with the shirt; he hits me once, then twice, then a third time by then I am all numb, I can’t feel a thing. The pain stings. The burning is an un-wanting sensation to me. The last thing he does is hit me across the face before he decides that he’s done and tells me to make dinner, before I choose to do what he tells me; I go to the bathroom to clean up the evidence. I cover the bruises the best I can and call my boyfriend Cray. The phone rings on and on and I burst into tears knowing that he must be busy or at work. I never told him what happens to me. Sure he has seen a few bruises I just tell him I ran into a wall or fell. He believes me, thinks I’m a klutz. I give up and hang up the phone. Walk into the other room, and hear the beastly snores that escape my drunken father’s mouth. I go into the room to make sure that he is a asleep. I stare at him, the man who gave me life, who is slowly destructing me back down to nothing. My tears fall in deep pounds to the ground; I grab the keys and head to my truck.

The walk outside is colder than I would have thought, for it being April in Texas. I sigh and unlock my truck and realize my phone is vibrating in my pocket. I pay no attention to it after I realize that someone is calling me. I throw it in the backseat and back out of the drive way without looking. Before I could see it the headlights of a truck comes at me with deep force and hearing the scratching of metal together, I feel my heart stop. It is on the passenger side and I sit there in deep despair as I try to escape the beaten up truck, my seatbelt is stuck. All I can hear is my head pounding, telling me to hurry. Then it strikes me, the truck finally stops and I see the figure from the other vehicle approaching me with deep caution. His hand grabs my door and I start screaming, I feel my lungs scratch together. He opens the door with great force and I stare him in the eye, as my heart starts racing faster and faster as the moments go by. He sits there trying to calm me as he pulls out his cell phone. I see his hand dial the numbers with great haste and I feel my blood rushing out of me, blood oozes down the side of my head. I don’t remember hitting my head on anything. ‘Hello?’ He’s speaking to me now; his voice is strong and storming, kind of violent sounding. I didn’t answer. ‘Do you have a cell phone? Are you okay?’ I nod and say. ‘In the back.’ I watch as the blood trickles down to my leg then onto the floor. 

I see him pull out my cell phone. Surprised it wasn’t damaged I watch him with consistency, and feel the blood rushing into my eyes, blocking my vision. He is dialing a number. ‘Hello? Hello?’ I hear him talking into the phone. The blood still pulsating out of me. My body; still trying to keep me from falling out of the blurry consciousness. I close my eyes and realize more lights flashing and snaring as I do. Then I hear screams from the crowd of pass on bys. ‘Where is she? Where is she?’ I hear Cray’s broad voice. Then I’m gone, away from everyone else. Knowing I’m being carried away. I feel the air brush past my hair and I’m out of consciousness.

My head is rushing and my eyes are shoved tight with dirt. I hear the talking for people. ‘I think she’s awake’ the voices don’t sound very familiar too me. It takes effort, more or less to get my eyes open. I rub my hand on them to distinguish how much dirt is left. Then manage to open my eyes, the light burning my sensitive retinas. My eyes distinguish four figures, two recognizable, the other two would happen to be a whole different story. My dad sitting across in a chair. Cray sitting on my bed side in a chair; with his hand clasping mine. I squeeze it to let him know I’m truly there. He jumps a little at the light as feather touch I give him back to his squeezing hand. ‘October?’ I take a silent glance at him with my sad bearing eyes. ‘I love you.’ The words escape my mouth to soon I guess, because he starts crying. He stares at me with a hint of deep regret in his eyes and turns his head away as the first tear I shed strays slowly down the side of my cheek. ‘Why won’t you tell me you love me?’ He simply laid his hand across my mouth and sighed. ‘I let this happen to you, you deserve so much better.’ I turned away, pushed his hands away from my gashed body. ‘Go away.’ I laid there waiting for movement to arouse and for him to walk slowly out the door. But I waited several minutes, not a single one of them did I hear a door slam shut. I sighed and turned around. ‘Why aren’t you leaving?’ He smiled. ‘Because I know how to be just as stubborn as you.’ I smiled. Then realized I had forgotten the evil figure that was sitting there staring at me the whole time. I sat up right in my seat and stared at him before the harsh words escaped my mouth. ‘Get the hell out.’ His jaw dropped and his eyes were teary. He simply got up and left. I could feel Cray’s silent eyes glaring at me. ‘Why did you do that Tober?’ I glared at him. ‘You have no clue how much I hate him, and why so don’t even tell me it was the wrong thing to do.’ He just stared at me and sighed.