Page 171 of Lilah
My movements stop when I hear him coming back down the stairs. Moving as quickly as I can, I grab my car keys off the hook and rush out the door.
Where am I gonna go?
Taco Bell. Shut up, I can't go there. Can I? No.
The hospital is an absolute no-go. Who's got the money for that? Not me. I would if I was a stripper though.
I did come to the conclusion that I need to tell someone. Grey.
I never wanted to break my family up worse than it already is.
But I wasn't wanting to do it so soon. I wanted to not look like I do right now but I guess I don't really have a choice.
I can't necessarily cover this us with makeup.
And I think I need some Jesus and medical assistance because my cheek is still gushing.
I turn on my car and wipe the tears from my eyes to see the road as best as I can.
I probablyshouldn'tbe driving at all in my predicamentandconsidering the wet roads.
But if Idowreck, it sure wouldn't hurt Dad at all. He said the opposite actually.
Whatever happens, happens.
My adrenaline decreases and harsh pain begins to set in. When tears fill my eyes, I blink rapidly to get them cleared.
Whenever I feel my blood dripping off my face, I make sure to wipe it with my sleeve. Why not? This sweatshirt is already covered anyway.
I try to stay calm at red lights, praying that no one will see me and freak out. I haven't fully seen myself but I know there's blood everywhere.
Before I left I should've gotten paper towels but I was just too terrified of Dad seeing me again and maybe continuing.
I park in the closet parking spot you can get to Grey's restaurant/bar/flippin' headquarters for his drug cartel.
I stay wiping my face as close to the gash as I can handle, mostly covering it so people won't see and freak out. Then again, I do have blood all over my sweatshirt but maybe they'll think it's like, tie-dye. Yeah right.
I successfully make it to the entrance. I pull it open and just barely catch the eyes of Jonas.
His eyes widen and he actually looks...really concerned. He's gonna be real concerned when he gets a face full of my bloody sweatshirt sleeve.
I ignore him and walk as quickly as I can into the back, I'd hate to ruin someone's meal by seeing me look gross and bloody.
I wipe my hands as best as I can on my sweatshirt before gripping Grey's door handle and pushing open the door gently, I turn my body away from Grey's desk.
I close the door behind me and stay facing away from him, looking at the door.
"It's 'bout damn time you show up," his voice reaches me and I feel tears leave my eyes.
"Why haven't you been answering?" I hear his spinny chair roll back as he most likely stands. Then I hear his footsteps.
I take the few seconds I have until he reaches me to figure out how I'm going to go about this. What I'm gonna say, that is if I don't break down crying. Which I have a feeling I may do.
I might even be doing that right now. It may be tears and blood that's still gushing.
I need some Frosted Flakes.
"Why are you facing the door?" he questions nearing even closer. I feel his hand on my back and I flinch forward.
