The Broken Promise (P9)

I changed my band aids and went to my World Studies final the next day. I wore a long sleeved blue shirt that hid my wrist perfectly.
My dad eyed my left arm suspiciously.
As soon as I was home, and I was sat down watching TV, he asked me what was wrong with my wrist.
At that moment...I couldn't lie to him.
I just couldn't.
I told him what I did.
He was so outrageously frightened. I hugged him, choking back tears.
"It's okay," I reassured him. "I'll never do it again. I promise."
A little while later, Paul texted me asking if I wanted to go bowling. I immediately said yes after asking my dad, running upstairs to change into my favorite sweater and shoes. I got to the bowling alley, and Paul came in, giving me a smile.
Paul was followed by Sally.
She gave me a tight hug, and pulled a woven bracelet from her pocket.
"I want you to have this," she said softly, slipping it over my band aids.
I looked down at it, surprise making my mouth drop open.
"F-for real?" I asked.
She hugged me again. "It'll hide your scratches...and you deserve it. You're like my sister, Em. I made it myself, and I want you to have it."
I gave her an even tighter hug.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too, girly."