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The Admittance

Once we got home, I went straight to my room.

I could hear Rebecca and Dad talking in the kitchen and tried so hard not to scream. Now they're definitely going to send me back to therapy. 

Why is my life so messy right now. Why me? 

Angry tears poured out of my eyes as I wiped them away with my sleeve, controlling my erratic breathing while my phone pinged with a message.

555-345-987
Oops, it was an accident.

I felt my insides twist with anger, my fingers clenching around the phone as another text came through.

555-345-987
Lets just hope the cops don't find out.

I furiously typed on the keyboard, spamming the group chat until all of the online buttons turned green.

Me
Did anyone else get those texts??

Mason
Yeah, stupid prick.

Evelyn
Mhm. How r u?

James
Alive

James 
For now

Me
I'm so angry 

Me
I wanna go to the cops

Mason is typing...

While I waited for Mason's text to come through, I peeled off my gross clothes and wrapped a random towel from my floor across my body.

"I'm going for a shower." I called, "Okay, don't take your bandages off." 

I closed the bathroom door shut and leaned against it. Anxiety filling my stomach.

My hands shakily turned the shower knob while I dropped the towel. Usually I could look at myself and be somewhat satisfied. Now I look at myself and see nothing but disgust.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I want to stop crying. Why can't I stop crying? 

Black and purple bruises were painted on my shoulders and stomach, scrapes on my back and blood splatter on my neck and legs. 

I felt defeated, hobbling to the shower as I sat down on the floor, letting the water trail down my body and relax my tense shoulders. 

I finally got out after what felt like hours, throwing on a pair of shorts a random shirt before climbing into bed, rolling onto my back - the only part of me that doesn't ache when I breathe.

Just as I got comfortable, there was a soft knock at my door, "Come in." I said annoyed, sitting up. "Hey." Rebecca smiled, a steaming bowl of pasta in her hands. 

My mouth watered and suddenly everything I felt melted away as I inhaled the wonderful smell of creamy tomato pasta. "Thank you." I smiled, swirling some around a fork.

Rebecca smiled back at me, taking a seat on my bed.

"Bon't tell Dad but, fis is the best fing I've ever fhasted." I said with a mouthful of food. 

But Rebecca didn't say anything. She played with engagement ring around her finger. The one my Dad gave her. I remember being so angry the day that he told me he was marrying her.

Now I realise that I'm not mad about it. Just confused. But Rebecca playing with the ring means two things. One, she's nervous or two, hiding something. Or both...?

"Rebecca, what is it?" I asked, placing the bowl down.

"I... when you jumped out of the car-"