I slid into the booth next to Kellin and took a menu from the centre of the table and started scanning over the list of foods. Kellin and Vic were having an in depth discussion over two bands and who was better. I was lost in my own thoughts though, and I wasn't really listening. I couldn't stop thinking about Andy with the other girl, and his face when he saw my bruises. I guess she definitely had his vote on her body, as hers was probably white rather than black and blue. What did I care, he was an egotistical douche bag anyway. I still wanted him to think I was beautiful though. I don't know why it mattered so much to me but as much as I was denying it, there was something about him that drove me out of my mind. I knew there would be girls falling all over him in school, but as childish as it sounds, I saw him first. No one had ever made me catch my breath like he had, I'd never hated someone as much as I wanted them. I just wanted to feel his lips against mine, taste the smoke on his tongue and run my hands through his hair. I wanted to feel his kisses on the shadows that covered my body and to hear him as he whispered against my skin to tell me I was beautiful, making my skin tingle at the feeling of his hot breath. At the same time I wanted to scream at him until my lungs were dry and my throat was sore. I wanted him to know how crazy he made me and how infuriating those eyes were. I wanted to let every emotion I'd ever held back and hurl it at him in the form of every cuss word I could think of. I didn't even know I was capable of feeling this much at once. He made me feel alive for once rather than numb.
I was brought back to reality by the waitress asking what I wanted, I ordered the chicken strips and a coke and the meal passed by in a blur, I couldn't seem to focus on the conversation though. After the meal I dropped Vic off back home and started driving towards Kellin's. When we got there we just sat outside, neither of us moving in the car, I looked over at him, I could only see part of his face in the street lights, he was looking at me and I knew what was coming.
"What was it this time, Scar?" he said no louder than a whisper. He hated how I just put up with how my mom acted, but he knew I was to scared to do anything about it. He reached over and lifted my shirt up so he could see them again. I met Kellin when I went into 6th grade. He didnt know what my mom did until we went into 8th grade. Back then it wasn't as bad, as I got older the beatings were more frequent and severe, and everytime Kellin saw, he did his best to understand why I couldn't leave. But he didnt. Even so he never pestered me about it, he would just look at my bruises running his fingers over them like he was trying to wipe them away.
"Thought I got myself suspended to steal her drink..." I bit my cheeks to hold back the tears that were stinging in my eyes threatening to spill over my lashes. Kellin gently lowered my shirt and looked at me, I could see the tears welling in his eyes as he pulled me closer so I could cry into his shoulder and together we sat and cried. Kellin cried because I was hurting and there was nothing more that he wanted than to see me happy, and I cried because.. Well everything. And then after we had stopped crying, we looked at one another with our bright red puffy faces and smiled because when everything seems like its falling to pieces, if you have someone who's prepared to face it all with you and they sit in a car and cry with you, you have to smile. Kellin cupped my face and kissed my forehead, "It won't always be this bad, I promise." He got out of the car and waved as I pulled out of the driveway.
I got home and no surprise my mom was stretched out on the couch with an empty bottle of vodka in her hand, I walked straight to my room and thoughts of Andy instantly flooded my mind. I decided to try and distract myself by song writing like I usually would, but every line was about him, I gave up and threw myself onto the bed and curled up into a ball, hoping sleep would come soon.
The next morning I woke up early and left before my mom was even awake, she looked like she hadn't even moved all night as I quietly closed the door behind me and drove round to Kellin's to wait outside for him. We pulled into school and standing in my parking spot were Austin and a few of his followers. He had a bruise on his chin from where I had hit him and by the look on his face, shit was about to go down.

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