Page 6 of Saving Tracey
Chapter Two
She came home right after I swallowed the pills.
Almost as if she knew exactly what I had done, she had come straight into my room once she walked in the door and forced me to throw up all the pills I had swallowed.
I leaned my back against the bathroom wall as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking of just how much I hated my mother while angry tears slid down my cheeks.
Not only had she stopped me from leaving this fucking awful life once again, but she had also taken and hidden every single method I had of killing myself.
Please, someone—something—anything, give me the strength to make it through this shit.
My parents were at work already the next morning when I woke up for school, and I was too sore to get up and move after my father had taken his anger out on me yet again when he had gotten up for work.
I fucking hated my life.
I stared down at my hands which were bruised and slightly swollen, two of my fingers pulled out of their sockets from fighting against him that morning. He hadn't taken too kindly to that, which resulted in my hands being in the state they currently were in.
I pushed my fingers back into their sockets with a grunt of pain and flexed them, only wincing a little at the pain that flared through my hand and up my arm. I swear, it was a miracle that none of my bones were broken.
My head jerked up when I heard the house phone ring in the hallway, and I forced myself to get off the floor to answer it, knowing it was going to be my dad telling me I had better go to school today.
Though how the fuck I was expected to walk all the way across town to get to school in this condition was beyond me.
I instantly picked up the phone when I got to it in the hallway. "Hello?" I asked, forcing my voice to come out strong despite how weak my father always made me feel.
"Tracey, make sure you go to school today,” my dad's gruff voice came through the line. I swallowed hard. "You'll be in a lot of trouble if you don’t,” he warned quietly.
I squeezed my eyes shut as fear rushed through my veins. I would get to that damn school even if it killed me to do so. "Yes, sir.”
He hung up the phone without another word, and I sighed, placing the house phone back down on the receiver, forcing myself to go to my room to get a shower. After getting out, I got dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans and a long sleeve shirt paired with a black scarf and black boots. I coated the bruises that I couldn't hide on my neck with a shit ton of make-up and then put gloves on my hands to hide the bruises and the swelling.
Blowing out a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I counted to ten and headed to school.
As I walked into the school parking lot, I quickly picked up the sound of sneakers slapping against the pavement, the sound drawing closer to me. I swung around in fear, and out of instinct, I prepared my body to defend itself. However, once I saw that it was just Kaleb, I forced my body to relax as much as possible, not wanting him to see how much he had just frightened me.
Being frightened because someone was coming near you wasn’t normal.
He stopped right in front of me, his breathing calm even though he had just run across the school parking lot as if he were running a marathon.
"Hey." I only arched an eyebrow at him, forcing myself to come off as nonchalant and uncaring. "I know that we didn't get to hang out yesterday because you were busy and all," I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where he was going with this, "but I was wondering if you would like to hang out before classes start this morning? My friends won't mind if you hang out with us." Did he really think that would win me over?
It did the exact opposite, actually. I didn't want to be around him, much less his friends as well.
I blew out a breath in agitation, ignoring the way my palms began to sweat at the thought of being around a crowd of people, especially people as popular and talkative as his friends.
"I answered your questions yesterday.” My voice was harsh, and I was hoping it would deter him. "Make something up in your report and leave me alone.”
I turned on my heel and started to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist, halting me in my tracks. My heart pounded in my chest. I quickly yanked my wrist away from him, going into defense mode immediately. My eyes narrowed into slits, and I did my best to ignore the way sweat began to trickle down my back as my anxiety levels spiked.
"I'm not going to make something up, Tracey." I flinched slightly at his harsh tone. "Get over yourself, and just come hang out with me."
"If you can't hear, then read my fucking lips." I wanted nothing more at that moment than to get as far away from him as fast as I could. I still had nausea churning in my stomach from him grabbing my wrist. "Leave me the fuck alone."
I turned on my heel, and this time, I successfully marched away from him. I blew out a harsh breath and drew in a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down once I was far enough way.
I hated the teacher that assigned this stupid project. I hated the class that I was forced to take with her as my teacher. I hated Kaleb for trying to become fucking friends with me.
I just wanted to be left alone! Was that really too much to ask?
