Cold Blood || jhs

08

I sat on the hard ground, my back pressed against the huge oak tree. My eyes focused on my muddy sneakers, they didn't resemble shoes anymore.

My father finally laid a hand on me after ruthlessly punching my mother in the stomach, I couldn't do anything, he was much stronger.

I smelled rain in the air as I closed my eyes, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the park.

Until I sensed footsteps coming my way, I opened my eyes and noticed you. You stood before my very eyes in your signature leather jacket and a lit cigarette hanging from your lips.

You stared at my bleeding lip and the dark bruise forming on my neck.

❝ What happened to you? ❞ you asked.

I shrugged, hiding my hands in the pockets of my oversized hoodie.

❝ Nothing you need to worry about. ❞ I replied.

I guess you weren't satisfied with my answer as you took a few steps towards me, throwing the cigarette onto the ground you forced me to stand up and harshly tilted my chin upwards. You glared at the bruise on my neck.

❝ Who did this to you? ❞

Anger, I saw the anger reflected in your eyes, your fierce stare bore holes into my soul.

I pulled away from you, stepping back I let out a quiet yelp as I collided with the tree.

❝ Why do you care? ❞ I scoffed.

In that instant, the spark in your eyes dissappeared even sooner than it appeared. I found myself staring at your back turned to me.

❝ I don't. ❞ you spat as you walked away.