❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
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Isaac and I part ways to head to our lockers once we reach the main hallway. Chatter echoes off the school walls as people socialize before getting to first period. It's a day where I don't have a scowl on my face. I don't feel like school is a chore. As crazy as it seems, a smile hides on my face as I make my way to my locker.
I twist the combination on my lock, pulling the door open, shuffling my feet aside as some poor kid tries to get to his bottom locker. I quietly hum the tune to Dear No One by Tori Kelly as I set my junk inside and pull out the books I need for math.
"Wow, the bitch can smile! Who knew?" A deep voice sounds from behind me. I freeze in my spot, my hand clasped around my notebook.
Don't let them ruin your day. Don't let them ruin your day. Don't.
"How's your dad? Still drunk as fuck? Still beating you to shit? It'd be a shame if he weren't."
I slam my locker and whip around, facing Connor, his bulky figure hovering over mine. He sneers, clearly knowing the impact his words have on me. I shuffle away, trying to remove myself from his eye line, but he grabs my arm, tugging me backwards and pinning me against the wall.
"This is what he does, right?" He smirks, leaning in close to my face. I keep my body stiff, looking him coldly in the eyes. He slides his fingers up one of the sleeves of my shirt and tightly pinches one of my bruises, digging his nails into the tender patch of skin.
