Bumps and hickeys (chapter 4)

A change in Point of View

I walked to school the next day, hoping to see Tony. Bucky told me that he was off today and so I had free range of who I wanted to talk to. Usually that meant that I hung out with Nat and Sam, but today I felt like seeing Tony. I wanted to make sure he was okay after yesterday. He rocked up to school in a red volkswagon and parked it. He drove it so beautifully. He stepped out wearing a red and yellow hoodie and sunglasses. I have a feeling he is going to be told off for wearing the sunglasses and his hood up though.

“Hey.” I said, walking over to him. He looked at me.


“I didn’t know you had your licence. Sweet ride.” I smiled.

“I don’t have my licence. I just thought I would drive here so I didn’t have to wait for my Dad again. The man is brutal.” Tony said. I bit my lip. He was driving the car illegally. I suppose it is okay if it is just too and from school, but still- he should get his licence.

“You know youre going to have to put your hood down and take the sunglasses off right.” I said. At that he climbed back in his car. I wouldn’t let him close the door. “Show me.” My instinct had kicked in. I knew something was wrong. He sighed and took his sunglasses off. His eye was bruised. I put my hand over my mouth.

“You happy now?” He asked, coldly.

“Tony. Did you dad?”

“Yes. Usually he just sends me to bed early but because I got into a fight yesterday, skipped classes, was late home and then let you in the house- I got punished.” He put the sunglasses back on. This was my fault? A parent should never hit a child like that- no matter what the crime.


“Don’t Tony me. Stop pretending you care for me. You pity me. I don’t need your pity. You are not my friend.” That hurt. I clenched my jaw and nodded.

“I don’t pity you, Tony. You are not the only person in the world to get a black eye. I don’t care what you say. Everyone needs a friend and I will be here for you when you realise that.” With that I walked away. I could tell that he was staring at me but I didn’t look back. I wanted him to learn that I aren’t pretending to care. That I actually do. But it is true, hes not the only one to get a black eye. The amount of times I went home black and blue. My mother freaked- every time. But I didn’t tell her what happened. I just started to go to the gym and built up my strength so I could fight back. It felt good once the bullying stopped. Really good.