Love Me Always (I Hate You...I Think) Read Free Page B

his eyes wrinkled up.
    "Alright old man. Get out," I told him
standing up and pushing the door shut on him. He
had his mouth gapping open as I slammed it shut.
"Brat!" he called out.
I just laughed in response and headed for
the bathroom.
    Stripping off my clothes, I stopped to look
at my body in the mirror. Just above my
underwear, line was two purple craters. Then a
little higher were two more but they were more
spaced out. That was the left side of my body.
    On the right along my ribs was another scar
it was an inch or so long. Jet told me Eien had
pressed a knife between my ribs. That's how he
kidnapped me by threatened to puncture my lung.
    I shuttered wrapping my arms around me.
Maybe Tyler was right. I need to confront what
happened but after what I’ve been told I’m not
sure, I want to. I have been mostly trying to
remember Oliver. I hadn't wanted to remember
how I got all the scars.
    I ran my hand over the scar on my shoulder
and down to my arm as I removed my bra.
Dropping it to the ground, I slide out of my
underwear and looked at the last scars on my leg.
They blurred into one large mark.
    I would probably never wear a bikini again.
These scars were too ugly to show off. How do you
explain them to anyone? Oh yeah, I was shot a lot,
and stabbed, but it's cool I don't remember any of it
because my brain went into shock and wiped out
my memories.
    Turning away from the mirror, I climbed
into the shower. I couldn't bear to look at myself
anymore.
    Before everyone would look at was how
beautiful and bright red my hair was. Now all
they’ll see is how scarred I am. I can just hear it
now. Poor girl. I couldn't handle that. I have always
been strong.
    "No more tears," I whispered to myself. No
more being sad or pathetic. I was stronger than this.
I AM stronger than this.
~Fake It~
    Monday morning came very quickly. Jake
insisted that I go to the trial. Even if I didn't
remember anything that had happened, me being
there would help, or so he said. So here I stood
outside the court room pulling on my sweater
anxiously looking at the people around me.
    Someone tugged on the hem of my shirt. I
looked down to see Jet. He smiled reassuringly at
me. He must see how nervous I am. He held out his
hand to me and I dropped my hand into it. He
patted it and squeezed.
"It'll be alright, Ever."
    "Will I have to get up in front of
everyone?" I asked looking around at the people
waiting to get into the courtroom. Jake was a few
feet away talking to some people. They must be
from the gang I assume.
"I'm not sure. They might call you up," Jet
frowned.
"But, I don't remember anything."
"You know Oliver. You said you remember
him."
I nodded. "Well, yes. I remember him from
the night we met."
    "I don't know what they are going to ask
but do you have that picture of you two together
from the fair?"
"Yeah," I patted the pocket of my black
jeans.
    "We're seating now," Jake spoke coming to
my side and guiding me to the door of the
courtroom. Some person I had yet to know pushed
Jet's chair behind us.
    Once inside the courtroom my stomach
became more upset, like I had boulders inside it.
We went to the right side sitting just behind the
partition. Jet moved his wheel chair into the
opening next to me. Behind us, quite a few of the
gang filed in. I only knew because Jet told me that
Oliver’s gang always wore black.
    That and everyone on the left side were
wearing red. It was a bit unnerving to be in such a
closed in space with two rival gangs. I mean I
might not remember being a part of any of this but
I watched enough TV to know the risks. Hell I had
scars that proved the risks.
    "Hey," Jet whispered to me. I leaned to him
to listen. "I know that you don't remember Oliver
but he'll be out in a second and could you at least
hug him. Pretend to know him it would make
things easier."
    "Also," Jake spoke from the other side.
"They might show pictures of when you got
attacked and shot," he muttered pursing his