--Baylie's POV--
I clicked the seatbelt across my chest, still thinking about Andy and Ricky's conversation about Naomi. Andy got in the drivers seat and jammed the key into the hole. I could see the emotion behind his eyes when Ricky brought her up.

"Andy," I began quietly. "Who—Who's Naomi?"

And tensed, his jaw locking. "No one."

"I know that isn't true, Andy..."

"It's not in your position to ask."

"Yes it is! It's about Joan, and that means it's about me."

"Leave it, Abigail."

"You loved her." I whispered.

"Shut up!" Andy shouted at my, swinging his arm over and landing it on my face. I yelped, tears flocking to my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but didn't. He didn't say anything either. I stared out the window, my eye sore. I could feel it swelling where he hit me. I just wanted to know about the girl he seemed so passionate about. He was pulling up my street when suddenly, he slammed on the breaks. "Out." He said. I looked around. "D-Don't you want me at your house this week?" I asked. "I said get out." He didn't even look at me. I just nodded, opening the door and stepping outside. He sped off down the street, leaving my hair ruffled. I hurried inside, my eye swelling. He hit me hard.

--Andy's POV--

I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to hit her. I was just upset and didn't want to talk about Naomi. I didn't mean to. I pulled into the driveway. I wanted her here with me, where I knew she was safe. I wanted her with me. I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to.

--Baylie's POV--

I looked in the mirror. My left eye was slightly purple and there was a small cut just above my cheekbone. I sniffled and felt as the tears began to come. How stupid was I to think that he would ever like me. He's just using me.

He's just using me.

I slid down the wall, resting my palms on my forehead and crying. How could I have ever been so stupid? He never liked me, he never softened up for me. He was just using me.

Now I felt like a worm on a hook and Joan was the shark. I didn't have any protection. I didn't even know if I should show up to his house tomorrow. It hurt more than any other hit he'd ever given me because, for a split second, I thought he cared. Never. He never cared. I will never be cared for.

Suddenly, intercepting my thoughts, I heard a loud knock at the front door.

Notes

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