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As I walked through my front door, I was greeted by my mom, whom was in the kitchen.
"How did the doctors go?" She asked me as she wiped down the counter.
"Pretty good, I got my stitches out."
"Let me see." She said and I complied and showed her.
"Oh, you got some scarring." She said as she glanced at me, then adjusted the fruit bowl on the counter.
"Yeah the doctor prescribed me with some cream to make them go away."
"Good. So, how is Luke?" She asked without an expression.
"He's good." I say with a big smile.
"Is he treating you good?" She asked with a serious look on her face.
"Yes! He's everything I could've ever asked for!" I said as I stood on the opposite side of the counter.
"I'm not sure if I like Luke myself." She said.
"What!? Why!?" I asked frantically.
"He seems like a 'bad boy' with his lip ring, the whole band thing, and his choice of clothing. He doesn't seem like your type." She said not looking at me.
"Mom! Why are you judging him like that? He's one of the nicest people I know and he loves me!" I say with anger in my voice.
"Loves you? You kids shouldn't be talking about love." She said looking at me with anger. My eyes now stinging from the tears forming in my eyes.
"What? You want me to go back to Josh? ...No, you wanna know what?" I paused and tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. "Ugh! I can't even talk to you right now!" I said as I stormed off up to my room.
"Andie Maria Scott! You come back here right now!" She yelled as I slammed my door and locked it.
I start pacing back and forth, the warm tears now streaming down my face.
I walked into my bathroom and wiped my eyes from the makeup running down my face. I stand before my vanity and stared at myself in the mirror. 'You little wreck. You don't even matter. You're nothing.' my mind told me. The rage that was forming inside of me, bursted out, causing me to punch the mirror. Shards of glass all over my sink, tempted me to do something I did, yet didn't want to do again. I looked down at my knuckles, now bleeding, and slowly picked out the tiny shards of glass.
I then picked up a big piece of glass and thought about inflicting the pain I surely wanted. My mind, racing with many thoughts. 'Should I do this? Yes, it's what you want.' Finally, I ignored my mind controlling thoughts and forcefully threw the glass in the sink, making it shatter even more.
I felt like I was having a panic attack. I started pacing across my bathroom floor, not knowing what to do. I can't believe I almost cracked again. After thinking, I picked up the towel that was on the towel rack and put a lot of pressure on my knuckles.
When most of the bleeding stopped, I started up the faucet to my bathtub. Watching the water slowly fill up, I undressed and got in the warm tub. Soaking my hand in the hot water, the stinging sensation returned. I slowly brought my knees up to my bare chest, buried my head in them, and sobbed.
A N D I E ' S M O M S P O V:
"Andie Maria Scott! You come back here right now!" I yelled as Andie made her way upstairs.
I understand her strong feelings towards Lucas, but he has a bad image. He doesn't seem right for her. Plus, she's already talking about love, and love gets you hurt.
Love is what got me into this mess when I was in high school. It got me pregnant with my oldest daughter, Cianna, whom I don't even speak to anymore. And most of all, hurt.
It took me a while to graduate after I had Cianna. With school work, a job, and a baby, its a lot to juggle. I just don't want Andie to end up like I did.
A few years after I graduated, Andie came along. Andie wasn't planned either. Andie's father and I were very stressed about money and the way we were living.
Shortly after Andie turned 5, my relationship with the girls' father became physical and violent. I wanted to get full custody of the girls, but I didn't have enough time. I needed to leave. I needed to get away from him and start over. I didn't want to leave my girls behind, but I knew they would be okay. Their father would never hurt them.
As I walked around the kitchen I noticed some of our old family photos hanging on the wall. Most of them I cut their father out of. Remember all of the good and bad memories of the girls as kids, I started to tear up.
Cianna and Andie were always good kids. What happened? Cianna is a reck and Andie is normal. Maybe I shouldn't have yelled at Andie for her dating Lucas. Maybe he's not a bad kid. I mean they became such good friends when she first moved in with me. Maybe I just never noticed how much he's really been there for her.
A N D I E ' S P O V:
I woke up the next day to the sound of my alarm clock at around 6 a.m., my hand aching more than ever. I walk over to my closet and pick out my outfit.
Some destroyed, short overalls, my 'wild at heart' shirt, a black, gray, and white flannel, a pair of black tights, and my light pink converse. I did my normal makeup routine and put my hair up in a high pony tail.
After I did this I bandaged up my knuckles with a nude color bandage, so it wasn't so noticeable.
I decided to quickly get some breakfast before my mom came down stairs. But as I approached the kitchen, there she was, all dressed up for work, making breakfast.
"Hey, I made you some waffles before school." She said trying to be nice.
"Thanks." I say as I take the plate from her hand.
"What happened to your hand?" She asked concerned.
"I burnt it on my straightener." I said, obviously lying.
"Okay, better be more careful." She said as I grabbed the maple syrup.
I nodded my head.
"Look honey, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday."
I nodded my head again.
"I'm trying to fix this, and your not cooperating with me, Andie." She said.
"Look, thank you for breakfast, mom, and thank you for apologizing, but that still doesn't change what you said."
"You're right, it doesn't, but I still want you to know that I apologize for what I said." She said right before her work beeper went off.
She looked at me with an 'I'm sorry' look on her face. She's always hated her work beeper, always interfering with our lives.
"It's fine, go, go to work." I said as I turned around, my back now facing her.
"We can finish our conversation when I get home from work." She said as she opened the front door, then lightly slammed it behind her.
As I sat at the kitchen island, playing with the food I didn't want, I heard a knock on the front door. I answer the door to see Luke, with his cheek all bruised up.
"Hey there beautiful." He said with an awkward smile.
"Oh my god, Luke! What happened!" I say as I grab his face gently.
"I... Uh... Fell..." He said looking at the ground.
"No you didn't. What really happened?" I asked as I dragged him into my living room.
"I sorta got into a fight," he said nervously, "with the jocks..."
"Luke! I told you not to get yourself into this! And what do you do? You get yourself into this! I didn't want this to become a big thing, and now it is." I said angrily.
"Look, Andie, I'm sorry, I was only trying to protect you." Luke said sternly.
"Protect me? You think getting in a fight and getting the shit beat out of you is protecting me?!" I slightly yelled as I flailed my hands around.
Luke grabbed my wrist, making my hand ache.
"Since you're so concerned with me, what happened to your hand?" He asked as he examined my bandage.
"That's not the point here Luke!" I yelled as I glanced at the clock. "We're going to be late for school." I said as I grabbed my black, fringe purse, my phone, and books.
As I walked out my front door, passing Luke, I walked over to my car and unlocked it.
"What are you doing?" Luke asked.
"I'm going to school." I said as I opened my car door.
"C'mon, Andie, get in the car and we can talk about this." He said as he gestured to his passenger door.
"No, I can't do this. I just need some time to think this through." I said as I got into my car and left for school.
I wanted to cry so bad, but I was more angry than upset.
N O T E S:
Ahhhhhh! I have 5k reads! I just really wanted to thank you guys for getting me to 4k! And I just wanted to apologize for not updating in 2 months. I've been really lazy and just not into it. And let me know if you guys like this book, cause I don't know how I feel about it.
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