break when sheâd faked her own kidnapping.
Both Shay and Bali side-eyed her, like they were mad that she was talking to me. But she ignored them and continued talking. âKennedi. Sheâs in the bathroom. Sheâs crying and I think sheâs hurt.â
I took off toward the girlsâ bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, I could see that it was empty. I looked under the stalls and in the third one, saw Kennediâs UGG sneakers.
âHey, K. You all right?â She didnât answer. âK,â I repeated, âitâs Maya. Donât make me climb over the stall.â
There was a pause, then the door clicked, and opened. âYou know youâre not about to climb over a bathroom stall,â she said, trying to force a smile.
âWell, youâre right about that, but I needed to get you out.â I studied her. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes red, like sheâd been fighting and crying. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
It was then that I noticed the bruise on her right cheek. âOMG, what happened to you?â
âI fell,â she said, brushing past me.
âYou fell? Where?â
âOn my way to school.â
I couldnât help but stare at her. I knew that Kendrick had dropped her off at school today because Iâd seen her sitting in his truck when we got to campus.
âHow could you fall and get a bruise like that?â I demanded to know.
âI just did, okay! Leave it alone.â
âDid Kendrick do this?â I asked, feeling my anger already building. She didnât have to tell me the truth. I already knew.
âMaya, chill, okay?â She leaned in the mirror and examined her face. Then, she reached in her clutch and pulled out some face powder and dabbed it over the bruise.
âSeriously?â I pointed at her face. âThatâs okay with you?â
âMaya, itâs not even like that. Just stay out of it. You donât know nothing about nothing.â She dropped the compact back in her purse. âYou know what? Iâm out. If Ms. Clark asks where I went, tell her Iâm sick.â
Kennedi stormed out of the bathroom. I debated following her, but I knew it wouldnât do any good. This was the last straw. I made a mental note that I was going to do some digging. I needed to get through to my friends. Maybe some hard statistics would do it. I doubted it, but I needed to at least try.
Chapter 14
I would never understand why a girl thought it was okay to let her guy put his hands on her. But obviously, there were a lot of girls who didnât feel the same way. That was all I could think as I read all the stories of domestic abuse.
Iâd sat down at my desk to do some research, thinking Iâd pull up a few stories here or there. But the number of young people dealing with domestic abuse was mind blowing. Iâd thought that only people with low self-esteem and no love for themselves would put themselves in a situation where theyâd be beat up by someone that was supposed to care about them. But as I read story after story, I knew that wasnât the case at all. These were stories from honor roll students, from girls who were rich, poor, black, white, from all religions. Each of them enduring pain in the name of love.
Iâd loved my ex, Bryce, something crazy. But Iâd loved me more. Thatâs why we werenât together now. He hadnât treated me like the queen that I was, so heâd had to go. I was having a hard time understanding the mindset that allowed a person to be in an abusive relationship, and the whole âhe hit me because he loves meâ mentality made no sense to me. Love didnât hurt. Period.
I sadly shook my head as I clicked PRINT on yet another article about Demond Cashâs abusive history. Apparently, heâd been arrested for domestic assault three years ago. But it was before heâd become a big-time actor so it
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