Freak Shake (The Hollens Book 5)

Roses Are Red

Dedicated to moonladymay

Blossom's POV

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FOREHEAD?" my mother's concerned voice rang out when I entered the house and met her in the small living room. 

"I tripped and fell on a stair case in the school," I lied. I had never lied to my mother before but I couldn't tell her that I was beaten up by my head cheerleader for being too friendly with her boyfriend. After all, my mother did warned me to stay away from boys.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked again. 

"Yes. I already saw the school nurse and she said it was just a slight cut. It wouldn't scar or anything."

"Okay. Well, I'm off to work now. Lock the doors as usual and don't answer it to anyone. I felt food in the oven."

I watched as she walked down the pathway, crossed and street and fetched a bus to her night-shift job. I felt vulnerable all over again as the images flashed back to what Brooke had her friends do to me. 

My tiny frame was pushed in every direction, with punches landing on me like rain, and I felt the warmth of blood when my forehead collided with one of the sinks but that didn't stop the attack against me. 

Amy and Tina literally dragged my beaten body to Brooke, who stood over me and looked down like if she was God. She then dropped to my level, bending her knees and using her hands to brush strands of hair stuck to my face by the blood. 

"Let this be lesson number one. Jevan is mine. Stay away!" She rose and walked out of the washroom with her friends following after her. 

I slowly picked myself put and staggered to the school nurse's station. When her eyes fell on the condition I was in, she rushed towards me and help me sit down. She cleaned the cut on my forehead and applied a band-aid. I spent to rest of the afternoon in her care and when the school bell rang, ending the day, I was the first to get to the school bus. 

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After I had completed my homework and freshened up, I put on the television and help myself to the food my mother prepared for me. Before I could take a seat, a knock came to the front door. I leaped and glance up at the wall clock. It was now minutes to six. 

I took slow steps to the door. "Who is it?" 

"It's me."

My heart leaped again. "Go away, Jevan."

"Blossom, I wanna see your face. Please, can you open the door?"

I was now emotionally fighting with myself. My heart wanted to let him in but fear wanted me to  double lock the doors and run upstairs and pretended as if he never came to the door. 

"Blossom. I have something for you."

"Is it Jason?" I asked, remembering our 'stuff child' together. 

"No."

"Then please go away, Jevan."

"Why? Why are you pushing me away? What are you afraid of?" he asked from behind the door. 

I wanted to tell him how vicious Brooke was for him but I didn't. My hands fell on the surface of the door as if it was his body. Tears streamed my eyes. My heart hurt for him more than the punches and cut on my body and forehead. 

"Bloss, I'll just leave this right here then." I placed my ear against the door and heard his receding footsteps and then the engine to his car before he drove away. I slowly opened the door and the tears poured down when I saw what he had bought for me.