Chapter 13:

Trey Denver:

I layed on my bed and stared at the white wall that had about three holes in it in the shape of my fist.

My phone was on my stomach causing it to go up and down when I breathed.

Mum would be home soon.

I'm sure of it and I needs to get ready fir the party but it wasn't for another two hours.

My phone buzzed on my stomach and I grabbed it in a hurry, almost dropping it off the side of my small bed that I wasn't even sure would even be classed as a single bed.

Using my right hand I checked my new message.

-are you Trey Denver?-

"What?" I said out loud and put my hand onto my cheek.

Who in earth was this?

I decided to text back, -yes, whose this?-

It was probably some chick who got my number from somewhere and wanted to change my 'bad boy' ways.

During my daydream I heard a crashing sound and sat up in a rush and my heart sled up.

I swung my legs off the bed, almost falling over from the sudden numbness that was spreading up my legs and the rest of my body.

Once I was in a standing position I closed my eyes, opening them a second later.

I had to hide or something.

Maybe I could grab my party stuff and jump out the window.

Looking at my wooden sliding door that couldn't be locked I came up with an idea with smashing noises in the background.

I made my way over to my bed where a blue school char sat.

My hands wrapped around the chair and I picked it up causing my arms to flex.

I looked over at the door to see some long fingers decorated with cuts on the door and I yelped, racing over to the door, leaning the chair against the already half open door.

She kicked the chair away with her long leg, flinching at the impact it had on her bare foot.

I almost laughed out loud, but resisted.

"Why'd you put that god damn chair there!" My mother howled causing me to step back, tripping over the chair leg.

I landed on my butt with a loud thud causing my mother to laugh, her head moving forwards and backwards.

Her cheeks were covered in cuts from the glass and underneath her eyes were the familiar bags which caused her to be even scarier.

"You've been naughty my dear child. Cutting class and not coming home from school on time." She smiled.

Her teeth remained out of view and her smile was in a straight line, creeping me out.

Weird smile.

"I'm sorry mother." I whispered looking at the dirty mat that had red stains throughout it.

"Don't sorry me child. I know you don't mean it!" She yelled, her cut up cheeks flared red and her nose scrunched up.

My heart pounded in my chest rapidly and I lent my hand over it, feeling my heart beat.

Her tall body lent forward slightly so that I could see her red eyes and her pointed noise.

Her hand moved from her side and met with my cheek causing it to squish my lips and a red hand mark appeared on my skin.

When she removed her hand I noticed the familiar sparkle appear in her brown eyes that only came when she was feeling satisfied with the pain that she had caused me.

My mothers breath filled my nose and I resisted the urge to step back and cough at the smell of her bad breath mixed in with alcohol.

Panting from the smell I looked at her, awaiting her next move.

I analyzed her body movements and that's when I noticed her leg lifting up, shaking nervously.

Trying to avoid the kick that was coming I layed across the floor but felt the sole of her bare foot crush against my nose.

A wet liquid trickled from my left nostril and made its way to my lip where I could taste the blood.

Ignoring the blood that was pouring out of my nose I closed my eyes trying to block out the sight of my mother stepping on my face.

Just as I thought that she had lifted her foot I felt a searing pain run through ribs.

I groaned in pain causing her to laugh like a witch.

Come to think about it she was very much like a witch.

I opened my eyes with a snap and saw that my mother had picked up one of my empty cans.

She studied it carefully with an evil glint sparking in her eyes.

I watched her as she pulled the opener off it and threw it at my face causing me to flinch when I felt my nose throb.

"Flinching over a little piece of metal now are we? I didn't know you were that week." She laughed as her mouth formed into a smirk.

"No!" I snarled.

"Alright then let's prove that you're tough my dearest son." She explained.

"No! Get out of my room. Piss the f**k off." I cried, growing red

I knew I'd get in deep shit for that comment but I honestly couldn't care less because I didn't want to go the rest of my life without trying to stop what was happening.

I couldn't escape it, but I could prevent myself from getting hurt.

I glanced at my mother and I jumped up from the floor, wincing at the slight pain it caused.

Turning my head away from her angry figure I ran over to the square window, picking my leather jacket up from the floor and the dirty pair of black jeans.

My hand punched the glass and I heard a shattering sound.

Looking back I noticed my mother was attempting to grab a hold of my wrist but I leapt out if the broken window.

I felt like I was flying for a few seconds before landing with a thump on the ground and I heard an angry scream come from my bedroom.

I breathed in, spin filling my body everywhere but I ignored it and got up slowly, hearing the footsteps if my mother coming out so that she could grab me and hurt me more, but I wouldn't let that happen so I began running as fast as I could.

My legs moved in front of one another while the grass underneath my feet zipped past.

I panted, the pair if jeans still in my arm, but ignored my growing tiredness and just kept on running without thought of where I was actually going.

Once I was assured that nobody was following me I stopped, landing knees first on the concrete footpath.

I panted trying to get my breath back but I could feel a stitch in my side.

"Ugh." I groaned in annoyance, taking in my surroundings.

There was a row of houses along the street with the lights turned off and the street was almost pitch black.

I sighed and and walked behind a wide tree branch so that I could put my jeans on.

I couldn't exactly go to the party without dressing up.

That would surely disintegrate my bad boy image.

I stripped my school lasts off and put one leg at a time in the jeans, pulling them up, wincing at the sudden ripple of pain in my ribs.

I probably broke one, or two, or three. 

Coming from behind the tree I grabbed my phone from my leather jacket.

I had slipped my phone in just a second before jumping out the window.

I clicked onto my new text message and read over it.

-My name is Carla. I go to your school and got your phone number off Harvey-

"Harvey..." I groaned out loud.

Of course he would give random chicks my phone number, but I don't know what they expected.

To get laid or something?

I think I've only ever kissed a girl three times.

I think everyone just gathered that since I was a bad boy I'd hook up and have sex with random girls everyday.

I don't even have time for that.

Mother would get pissed at me if I brought a chick home.

I typed back a reply to Carla quickly.

-Oh, okay. Why did you want my number?-

I locked my phone and shoved it back in my pocket, hearing some chatting in the background making me turn my head in search of the source.

Realizing that there were a number of cars pulling up into the house across the road I studied the place harder.

My head jerked slightly when I realized that this was the place the party was situated at.

Weird.

Half smiling I looked from left to right before crossing the road and took in the now brightly lit house.

It looked to be a double story house with plenty of windows scattered all over it.

The exterior was painted a clean white colour over the bricks.

Personally I thought it would look better with the bricks left untouched and completely at that too.

Knocking on the door I smiled when the guy hosting the party opened the door, allowing my view of the large crowd already spread across the house, drinks in their hand.

The blonde haired guy looked shocked and pointed at my nose, saying something.

"Ah dude did you like run into a pole or something?"

I laughed dryly.

I wish. 

"No, I jumped out the window so I could get to the party without getting caught and landed face first. Smart, I know."

The guy laughed and extended his arm, opening the door wider to let me inside the busy house.

Walking in I spotted Harvey's black hair along with his favourite blue beanie.

Harvey was standing next to Fox who was sipping a can if alcohol.

I waved over at them and walked over to them, hearing their hellos to me.

"Drink?" Harvey asked me.

"Definitely." I replied, a smile forming in my face,