Models Puh-Lease!

{A/N: Okay guys, so I went back to the first chapter and changed it so instead of Amy being in 8th grade and hating the freshman, Amy is a sophmore and she hates the juniors(: Just wanted to let you know! And thank you guys so much! I cant believe how many people like my story!}

Chaptor 9:

Amy's POV:

I rushed through the doors of the Albineo Emergency Center and walked up to the lady at the desk.
"Hey, Teresa! I was wondering if I could see Trey?" (me)
Just then a door opened and was slammed shut. Whitney stormed out of the room and walked right up to me.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" (whitney)
When did my face start stinging? Ouch! She did not just slap me!
"Excuu-" (me)
"You shouldnt be able to see him! Your the one that did this to him!" (whitney)
"What?!?!? I didnt do this!" (me)
"Oh really?" (whitney)
And she just left. What a bitch!!! Ugh, why was she here anyway?
"Dont let her bother you, she's just jealous that he was asking for you instead of her. Go on in." (Teresa)

Trey's POV:
When I open my eyes, everything thing is blurry. I should be used to the blinking until I can see by now, I've been waking up and unwillingly falling back to sleep for almost a week now. But, there is something different about this time. I dont know what it is, but I can feel it. I can make out someone in the room by now. Its not my mom, I know it. I tense. Did my dad come to see me? I dont want to see him, he did this to me!!!
"Trey...?"
Her voice is soft and sweet. I relax. She's here, Amy. Not Whitney. I was awake when she came in too, but I didnt open my eyes cause I didnt want to talk to her.
"Are you awake?" (amy)
I've said one sentance since I was abused. That was painful. So I decided not to talk anymore. But she was different. I wanted to talk to her so bad. So somehow, I found the stength.
"Amy..."
"Hii" She was smiling when she said that. I had never seen that smile before, but I liked it. It was soft and gentle. It showed everyone of her crooked teeth and her giant space between her 2 front teeth.
"Hii" I smiled back at her. It felt good to talk to someone. She walked over to me and sat on the side of my bed. She saw my face and imediatly worry spread through hers.
She gingerly ran her hand over my face, which was covered in bruises and scars, "What happened?"
I tried to look away, but it hurt too much.
"No no no. If you dont want to tell me then you dont have to... just dont hurt yourself. Im not gonna get mad at you again." She layed down next to me. "Last time I did that, you ended up...." She trailed off. She didnt have to finish, we both understood.
"My dad." She looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. "He did it to me." I could tell she was shocked. I needed to tell someone the whole story. I didnt tell my mom and the only other person that knew was my dad. And if he even told anyone, they wouldnt get the whole story.
"When I got home from school on Monday he was having Poker night with his friends, and he was drunk. He started talking to me and trying to convince me to drink and give girls blow-jobs. I got mad and slammed the beer he gave me on the table and glass... I yelled at him. Then he swung. Thats all I remember. He has done stuff like that before, but this time I couldnt take it anymore. I was in a really bad mood..."
"Why?" (amy)
"Because..." I looked right into her eyes, I was in a hospital gown laying next to her, I have nothing to lose now,
"I love you."