"Raven! Get in here!" Aunt Mary calls me from the kitchen.
I sigh and drop the laundry I'm doing.
I hurry to meet her in the kitchen.
"I need you to get all the groceries on this list." She drops a sheet of paper with some cash on the counter. "No more, no less." She says and leaves the kitchen. "Oh I won't be back until later so I want dinner done before I get back." She says and leaves.
I run upstairs to get ready.
Ever since my aunt has been abusing me, I bought makeup. I don't mean the whole makeup stuff, just concealer. I never liked it, but I needed it to conceal the marks and bruises on my face.
And besides, my aunt hates seeing marks on my body. Even though she's the one who put them there.
Silly right?
In ten minutes, I've put my makeup on, worn long clothes that cover the marks on my body and a baseball cap to cover my face.
Aunt Mary didn't add my bus fare like always. She doesn't care about how I get there, or how I get back.
To get to the supermarket from here takes like almost 35 minutes by bus. But if I go by foot, it will take me about an hour.
I don't have enough bus fare for to and fro, and it'll be better if I take the bus when I'm coming back because of the groceries.
So I sigh as I start walking to the supermarket.
Three hours later, I have bought everything on the list and I'm on my way back home.
I'm at the bus stop waiting for the next bus to come when a group of guys pass by me.
Two guys, a red haired guy and black haired guy were shoving each other behind the group. When they got to my side, the red haired shoves the black haired so hard, he bumps into me.
We both fall to the ground and all the groceries fall down.
Some fell onto the road, some where squished, some spilled and some broke.
It was at that moment I knew my life has ended.
"Hey watch where you're going!" The red haired shouts at me as he helps his friend up.
I look at the spilled groceries on the floor and I internally scream.
Shit.
"No, no, no, no. Aunt Mary's gonna kill me!" I get to my knees and start to pick up what I could.
"It's just spilled groceries. No need to cry over 'em." I look up to see the black haired guy talking to me. I ignore him and look at the groceries.
"I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so-" He kneels beside me and touches my shoulder.
I immediately flinch and move away from him.
"Are you okay?" He asks and I see the worry in his grey eyes.
"I'm...I'm fine." I pull the sleeve of my top down harder and I wipe my tears.
"Hart! You coming or what?!" The red haired guy calls him.
"I'm coming!" He turns back to me and just stares at me.
It felt like he was studying me. Watching my every move.
I whimper under his gaze and I stare at the groceries feeling another wave of tears.
"Let me pay for that." He brings out cash from his pocket and holds it out to me. "I'm sorry."
"No it's fine. It's nothing."
"Please don't say that. It doesn't look like nothing."
"No it's-" He touches my hand and immediately, my mind goes to my uncle touching me.
I move away from him like I got burned and he looks at me confused.
"Are-"
"Thanks." I cut him off as I collect the money and he nods.
"I'm sorry again." He looks at me one last time before he gets up and walks to meet his friends.
I sigh and look at the groceries on the floor before walking back to the supermarket to get new ones.