23 January 2013
Chapter 3 ---------------
The last two hours of the school day are a blur. I go, sit in my classes, and just wait for the day to be over. I don't want to be at school, but I don't think anyone ever wants to be there. Finally the last bell rings, ending my sixth hour, and the school day. I walk to my locker, grab my chemistry book and find Rachel, who's my ride home.
I ride home with Rachel and her mom. They jabber away about what happened during the day, and how their days went. I sit next to Rachel, staring out the window, watching the New York skyline fly past the car. I don't say anything until Rachel's mom drops me off at home and then I just say thank you for the ride home. As I get out of the car, I notice that my mom's van is parked in the driveway. A feeling of dread shoots through my body. She shouldn't be home yet. She's never home this early. I don't want to have to go in and deal with her tormenting and screaming. I can't deal with it, not today.
Slowly, I approach the door. I let myself in the house quietly, hoping my mom doesn't hear me enter. I silently shut the front door, and tiptoe up the stairs. So far, my mom hasn't indicated that she knows I'm here. If I can just make it to my room.....
-"Charlotte!! Is that you?" Her piercing voice breaks the silence. I don't reply, hoping to fool her. I continue up the stairs, until I reach the landing. Now it's only a few more steps.... - "Charlotte, I got a call from your dance teacher today. She said you had been crying in class, and that she was wondering if something was going on at home. What did I tell you about letting people find out about this? I told you to not let anyone find out. I thought that I made that very clear.. but apparently you're to stupid to even comprehend the simplest instructions. Now you can stay in your room the rest of the night you stupid little slut. Don't you dare let anyone know what's going on. By the way, I won't be attending your stupid showcase. I'm sure your dancing won't be any good anyways. Get up to your room now. You had better keep your mouth shut from now on. You're such a disgrace to this family as it is."
With that, I run the last few feet to my bedroom, and flop down on my bed, tears falling faster than a waterfall. I reach for my cell phone, and through the tears I type in Jonah's phone number.
Crushed and Broken • Opuss № I