29 July 2012
Hiding Our Hurt
Chapter 3
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He came out of his shower clean shaven, smelling fresh and no blood anywhere. Only a black eye.
"Your such a bitch, You know that?"
I smiled and shrugged.
"I like to think of myself as feisty."
I smirked and stood up walking into his kitchen.
"Ha, Women always belong in the kitchen, Make me a sandwich!"
I felt my blood boil.
"First of all I'm 15, I'm still a girl. And Women don't belong in the kitchen. Food does. And as for this food? It's crap. Make your own god damn sandwich you dumbfuck."
He was taken aback by me sticking up for myself once again.
"Uh... I'll pass."
I slumped on the sofa across from his chair and pulled my phone out again to read the texts.
' It don't matter. Meet me @ Strbux. 5pm. 2moro. K?'
I shut my phone and ignored the text and pulled my hoody off.
"It's warm."
I saw the stranger shrug his shoulders and continure to stare into complete space.
"I'm Jamie. And honestly? I did not enjoy meeting you."
"The feelings mutual."
I stood up and made my way to what was a gross bathroom.
"Ever heard of cleaning?"
I didn't get a reply and shut the door to take a shower.
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I found a comb and brush my damp hair back into a tight ponytail and put my clothes back on.
"Was you shower okay?"
I dug my iPod out of my bag and stuck both my earbuds in on full blast, ignoring Jamie's question.
I noticed that Jamie had changed seat and had moved from his chair and into the second sofa seat next to me.
"Why are you sat 'ere?
Jamie glanced at my arm, and I glanced at it too. I noticed bruises from where he had gripped it and dry blood from where my cuts had continued to bleed after my shower.
"Your a cutter?"
Jamie's voice sounded a lot more calm, soft and caring than it had back in the alley.
"Yeah."
I looked back down at my iPod and flipped through my songs. Jamie shuffles closer and gripped my arm. Not hard or tight, softly and delicately.
"Dude... I'm sorry."
I nodded and looked at his face.
His hair was still damp from his shower and his eye bruised. His green eyes glinted and looked, well, beautiful. But I wouldn't let myself believe that.
"I'm sorry about your.. Umm... Eye..."
Jamie sat right next to me this time and leaned over to see my iPod screen.
"Asking Alexandria, there good."
He grabbed my iPod and flipped through my songs and put on a You Me At Six song, then pulled my headphones out and turned it up.
"This is one tune!"
I laughed as he starting head banging and I actually felt happy for a second. Happier than I had in a long time.
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