His Good Girl

Four

4

On my way back I couldn't shake the feeling off.

Having someone around who wanted to spend time with me was refreshing and new and I do not know how I feel about that.

I'm used to being on my own as long as I can remember but I don't really feel lonely, It's got the point where I enjoy my own company and I don't need others to fill in that gap.

With Trey, it was a change and in the good sense as well, he wasn't as annoying as I expected him to be and I actually had a smile on my face for once.

It might shock people but I actually had a big group of friends a few years ago. I had a large group of friends that were always there for me and the same I was to them.

It was the best years of my life in school. But It didn't last long because one of my best friends boyfriends decided he didn't want to be with her anymore and the result of that, he asked me out instead.

I said no but he took a keen interest to me and the next thing I know I'm being blamed for the fact that he dumped her.

Like I tried to steal him away from her.

Ever since then I have been the lonely girl with only one friend. As days past I started to think that my friends then just wanted a reason not to hang out with me. Its fine I just wish they were honest about it.

Amelia was angry at me because she fully convinced herself that I was this horrible man stealer who was out to get her boyfriend. Everyone thought that as well except Ashley she knew me better than anyone else and decided to stay friends with me, unlike the others.

Brad even decided to stop being friends with me even though technically It was all his fault because he dumped her and tried to get with me.

A total Jackass if you ask me.

Don't get me wrong he was good looking and had a great personality but I don't think I could ever see him for any more than just friends. Because that's what we were.

Ashley was the only one out of the whole group who stuck with me, although she meets up with them and talks to them occasionally she spends more time with me.

Which I am grateful for but I do know that she misses hanging around with them especially the girls.

Ashley was the new girl and she fit in just perfectly with her bubbly and confident personality. It was practically impossible not to like her.

She does occasionally get some s**t when she's seen around me but she just ignores them and continues on to do whatever the f**k she was doing.

As I walk up to my house I immediately notice the black car parked in the driveway. For once my mum is actually home.

I quietly make my way in hopefully she won't see me so she doesn't have an excuse to shout at me. Like she normally does.

" he had enough of you yet " her voice calls out from the kitchen. Her voice just rings alarm bells in my head. I step into the kitchen and automatically get a whiff of the stench of alcohol.

"You're drinking again, " I ask her. I'm definitely stepping on egg shells right now. When she hears me she spins around and I'm greeted with my mother, the alcoholic.

She has her wine glass in her left hand whilst she holds a cigarette in her right.

My mum was never a smoker she actually stopped talking to my father altogether when she caught him a few years ago.

But I think she started again because of her work. I know that a lot of them smoke and drink so it doesn't surprise me she's doing it too.

"What are you talking about, " I say because I'm honestly confused. She just mockingly laughs at me. She takes a large sip of her glass before setting it down on the counter.

"Don't play stupid honey, word on the street says you've been whoring around with some guy.

My head has never spun around so quickly in my life. She's never here who the f**k does she even speak to.

"So you're not denying it" she looks at me with disgust. I debate on just ignoring her and walking out but I honestly have had enough of this and it's about time I stood up for myself nd said something.

"f**k sake mum grow up, you've been saying this for weeks and I've told you everytime I haven't. I've never had a boyfriend I've never slept with one and I barely speak to anyone. " by now I'm waving my hands around like a mad woman.

she looks at me and I think I've surprised her for a minute because she just stares at me not saying a word. "how dare you raise your voice at me you ungrateful brat" she's now full on shouting at me and I can't even process what she said next because the shooting pain to my left cheek surprises me completely.

I can't believe my own mother just slapped me. the arguments never got this serious which is why I never raised my voice at her In the past.

"get out and don't come back until you've learned your manners you hear me" she calls out to me. as I walk towards my bedroom she's still shouting at me bringing up every little problem we've ever had.

I run up to my room and grab a big duffel bag that I used to use for sport and just shove every piece of clothing I can get my hands on. once I'm sure I have everything I need I quickly call my social worker just to tell her I've left the house or rather my own mother has just kicked me out.

I have to discuss everything I do with my social worker because technically I'm still a child even though I'm turning 18 next week. I can't wait till that day because I can finally live my life without having to tell that horrid woman everything that goes on in my life.

They know about my mum, it doesn't take a genius to know that she verbally abuses me when I'm walking out the door she barely tries to hide it. she blatantly shouts at me on the street.

I slam the door as I leave making a horrible sound vibrate throughout the house. I pull at my sleeve and wipe the falling tears under my eyes and down my cheeks. she's the only one I have, I really can't believe she would be that horrible. she's never even gotten close to slapping me but I think I really have lost my mum right now.

when I look to the driveway I curse when I see no sign of my car. "crap"

I completely forgot I sent it in for a Mot which means I'm probably not going to have a car for another few days which just makes this so much harder.

before I could even unlock my phone, a black sports car turns down my street stopping right in front of my house. my eyes widen when I spot the thick wavy curls bouncing and Ashley runs out of the passenger seat and heading straight my way.

when I look back at the car I see both Trey and Toby sitting with confused expressions on their faces. My sight suddenly turns to my best friend who has her arms wrapped around my body in a tight embrace.

"I'm so sorry Mia, I should've come home with you, " she says tears falling against my shirt. I stand there shocked. why is she apologising I even told her I wouldn't be staying for long I was under the impression she knew I was going to leave early.

I kept my mouth shut though I didn't want to say anything really I was still in shock from what just happened. god knows what she would do if she found out.

The guys offered to take us both to Ashley's place apparently her mum is currently making us some dinner for when we arrive. Ashley's mum is the best she treats me just like her own and has the best homemade recipes that make me come back again and again.

I was forced to sit in the back with trey because the two lovebirds were in the front. I noticed that they were holding hands and were really close as they spoke in hushed whispers.

The feeling of treys eyes on me kept distracting me and I literally didn't know what to do with myself or where to even look it was beyond distracting.

I turned my head slightly to look out the window but I barely saw anything because Trey's fingers grabbed a hold on my chin and he forces me to look his way. I close my eyes because I have a feeling he's seen it. The marks left by my own mother, my own blood.

"What the f**k!" his voice is raised as he moves the hair from my ear getting a clearer look at the mark. I quickly move my head, completely out of his reach.

I curse not because he's seen it but because Ashley heard Trey and now she's looking at me with an angry expression. Not at me but at the women who left the mark on me.