Chapter eighteen

Sky's POV

I cried. I cried in front of Vincent. I am not suppose to cry. Why did I cry? I am suppose to be a strong person not a weak one that ends up crying from pain. I not suppose to be running around and asking people for help. I am an independent person one that would rely on no one, because I know no one is going to always be there for you.

People got lives to life. And whether you like it or not there will be a time when you need help this second and they would be far away living there life.

I was still laying on the bed next to Vincent it was 5:32 at the moment. I walk up ten minutes ago and the only thing I can think about is how weak I looked last night.

I stood up and got out of the room carful not to make a sound. I got ready for the day and went to the back yard. Though, this time I went from a different direction.

I as walked I found a football field. I walked in it for a while before I decided to leave. I continue walking until I found a basketball court.

Flash back ( sky was 12 at the time)

Jay was in a trip with his family. I want to practice basketball so when he comes back I can beat him.

Two day ago few guys came in the middle of my practice and said they wanted to play, alone. I was surprised at the beginning that people came to play in this beaten up, outdoor field.

After a five minutes argument I left but I was promised that today, I will be able to play at night.

When I reached to the there, I saw the same guy on the field. I didn't think so much of it. They will probably leave when they realize I came.

" HEY" I yelled out to grab there attention. Someone scored a hop and then decided to come and see what I want.

The oldest look one come to talk to me. I think the youngest one was about 15. " what do you want?" The oldest asked.

" we hade an agreement the field is mine tonight. " I said

" change of plans. We are taking the field. " he respond.

" no you're not. I am supposed to play to night."

" last time I checked. The rules say that the first one who comes here has the privilege of playing. " he said

" yes that is true. But I gave it up so you can play it's only fair you do the same." I said try to hold my anger back. Why does he think he can just play me around like that? I wasn't going to leave without at least one hour of practice.

" look girl just get lost. " he said.

" I am not leaving" I said stubbornly.

" I said get lost. " he pushed me toward the exit.

I this moment I lost control of my anger and pushed him hard enough to fall on the ground.

He stood up from the ground.

" I wanted to do this the easy way, but is looks like you wouldn't listen. " he pushed he in my face hard. I could keep balance and I feel on the ground from the amount of force.

I stood up as fast as I could and punch him real hard in the stomach. He didn't expect me to fight back he thought that I would just leave after a punch.

I felt another punch coming my way but I dodged it. Though I didn't expect the kick that amid at my stomach. I fell again but this time I didn't have time to stand up. I felt to hand getting a hold of my arm and restrained me.

I didn't have time to react before I felt a punch hit my right cheek ,and then another, and the a kick hit me again in the stomach. I started feeling dizzy but I wasn't going to give up. This fight wasn't about the field anymore, it was about how dare he lay a hand on me.

I started struggling against there hold, but it was no use. Both of them were older and stronger that me. The other guy didn't stop after the kick he continued kicking and punching until I couldn't move anymore.

Someone dragged me out of the field and throwing me next to the exit. I forced myself to stand up and accepted my defeat.

I walked back home with pain traveling up my body with ever step I take, but I ignored it,just like I always did.

When I reached home it was eight. I took my medicine and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I avoid looking in the mirror. If I did look all what I would see is an ugly bruised face.

After the shower I was exhausted from the beating I just had , so I directly went to bed without a thought crossing my mind.

The next morning I did my usual routine. Luckily, my step father wasn't home. I did think he stayed in this house for longer than three week. He always ends up leaving.

I went to the bathroom washed my face and as did so my eyes glanced over the mirror. I was surprised to see what has happened to my face. That one second that I saw my face in it the only thing I can see was purple.

I couldn't stop my eyes from going over the mirror again. Though, this time it stayed on the mirror for longer than a second. I can see where the bruises are. I had one on each cheek, my left eye was swollen, and I had a cut kn an eyebrow and my lips.

Shit. I was supposed to meet Jay today in his house. He said that his parents invited me for dinner. I can't go looking like this. He would get mad. He got mad at me when I accidentally cut myself while chopping some vegetables.

I can call and cancel. Yeah, that is what I am going to do I am going to cancel. I will call him at five, 2 hours before the dinner. But I will still have to meet him tomorrow at school and we go to the park every day after school. I can try avoiding him in school and cancel the hang out.

For the rest of the day I stayed on my bed reading books and studying.

.................

It wasn't easy to cancel the dinner yesterday. I had to tell Jay that I couldn't make it without telling him the reason. We made a promise to never lie to each other, so I told him that I couldn't come to his house but I didn't tell him why. That way I wouldn't have lied to him.

Right now I am on my way to school and mission is to avoid Jay at all cost. My plan was to reach school late so I wouldn't have time to talk to him in the morning. My only problem was break time. I could stay in the bathroom but I did like the idea, but if it was the only way I can avoid Jay then I will take it.

I went to class five minutes late as planned. I also made sure not to visit my locker today. I had everything I needed in my bag. In break I ended up staying in the bathroom. So far everything was going as planned,that is until the end of the day.

I was walking back home. With my earphones in my ears listen to music. I closed my eyes for few seconds, trying to forget everything around me and just focus on music.

I opened my eyes after a minute, to realize that I finally reached to my house. I opened the door and as expected everything thing was quite, what I didn't expect was that Jay would be waiting for me in the living room.

" hello" I said, looking at Jay who was sitting on the couch. I kept my head down to make sure that he couldn't see my bruised face.

" why have you been avoiding me?" He asked

" I .. I.wasn't.. avo.. " I stopped midway through the lie and sighed. I promised him to never lie. " Look Jay I don't want to talk about it. "

Jay stood up from the couch and walked towards me. He took ahold of my hands and squeeze it. He was trying to comfort me. He was going to make me tell him what was going on.

I knew what he was doing. I have known him for years. I can't remember a time in my life that he wasn't in it.

Jay dropped my left hand and move it to my hood. He wanted to look in to my eyes, but I didn't allow him. Before he could slide the hood of I grabbed the end of it and pulled it down to the point where I wasn't able to see.

I heard him suck in a breath and dropped my hand. " Sky " he whispered. He saw it. He saw my ugly bruised face. I wasn't fast enough. I should have known he would remove the hood, he always hated it. Why am I so stupid? It was so obvious that he would try to remove it.

" Sky can you please put your hood down. " he asked, unsure of what he saw. " please" he pleaded after seeing my unresponsive action.

He lifted his hand again to bring down the the hood. I don't do anything to stop him. The moment he got full view of my face his fist clenched and his knuckles turned white. I knew he was beyond angry. I couldn't look him in the eye.

" your brow needs stitches. " his voice was cold and calm, but his body language said otherwise. " do you have a first aid kit?" He asked.

I shook my head in response. " I have some at home. Come on let us go. " he grabbed my hand again and pulled me towards the door. I didn't move. I didn't want any of his family to see me like this.

" Sky " Jay said in a warning tone. I didn't want to anger him more that he already is, so I made my way to the car.

The car ride was silent and the tension could be felt in the air. I close my eyes and tried to forget about everything that was happening. I tried to imagine a different life. One were I have a family , were me and Jay are neighbors. I want this chapter of my life to end.

I small smile crawled it's way to my face at just the thought of it. I opened my eyes to be kicked back in to the harsh reality. I realize that we are only five minutes away.

When the car stopped in font of Jay's mansion. I grabbed my hood and pulled it up. No one needs to know that I was injured.

" put your hood down. Your bruised face only shows that you're a fighter. " I heard Jay say gently.

" I couldn't fight them. " I said with a cold voice. I was mad at myself. I was so angry. I was weak I couldn't beat them. I was so helpless. I couldn't do a thing to stop them.

" a fighter doesn't need to win a fight to become a fighter. "

" yeah, but a warrior does. " I said getting a hold of the necklace around my neck that was written on it warrior.

" it takes a fighter to become a warrior. " he opened the car door and got out of the car. I ended up putting my hood down and doing the same.

I walked towards the door with my head high. Though, I was scared, terrified. Jay's family is like my own. I don't want them to think of me as a weak person. But if they really care about me they would stand on my side not turn there back on me. Even though, I had so many people turn their backs on me, I would trust them with my broken heart.

As I walked though the hall to Jay's room, I was happy not to see anyone of his parents or brothers.

Jay led the way to the bathroom and told me to sit of the empty area that is next to the sink, while he grabbed the first aid kit from shelf.

Jay pulled out a cotton with rubbing alcohol on it. " this is going to sting. "He said in a low voice as he gently cleaned the wound on my eyebrow.

Once he was done cleaning, he grabbed the needle and a thread. " I am sorry. I don't have anything to minimize the pain."

I nodded my head. I close my eyes and tried to prepare myself. I ended up flinching every time the needle Pierced my skin.

I said in a low voice after Jay was done , " I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't strong enough to fight them. "

" it wasn't your fault. How many was there? 3, 4 how could you have possibly beaten them on your own. " Jay said.

" they where I think ten." I said

" and you still stood up and fought. I am sorry I wasn't there. I promised to protect you and I didn't. "

" you can't blame yourself for not being there. You can't see the future. You wouldn't have known. I hate it when you blame yourself for something that wasn't your fault. "

" and I hate it when you say your weak when you're the strongest person I know. " he replied.

.......... Third point of view.

Sky had a sleep over at Jay's house that day. The next morning Sky meet Jay's family and had breakfast together. When Sky first walked in to the kitchen she had her hood up, but Jay's mother never liked that thing and told Sky that she want to see her beautiful face.

Sky didn't want to anger her , so she removed the hood. Everyone saw her face and everyone was worried but no one questioned her. When Sky left, Jay's father wanted to meet Jay in his office.

Jay was sitting in front of his father's desk waiting for his father to talk.

" Jay, I want you to find the people responsible for hurting Sky. I want to hear them screaming for the next month. "