Don't Mess With Me

I got up abruptly and headed to me room. I could hear him laugh while he returned back to his place.

Weird.

I entered my room quietly and closed the door behind me. Jumping on my bed I sighed and played with my phone for a while. Until I got a text.

It was a layout of my schedule. And it told me that I had contemporary dance class in an hour. I decided to fill up my bottle as it was half empty. As I waked out of the room I could see my roommate getting up from the sofa. I ignored him and headed straight for the kitchen counter.

As I was filling up my bottle. My roommate leaned against the counter beside me. "What?" I asked but got no response back. Instead he snatched the drink from out of my hand and levitated it over my head before pouring the whole bottle of water all over my head. I gasped at the sudden change of temperature. He just laughed at me and left to sit on the sofa once again. I scoffed and stomped in frustration.

"Don't be late for practice." He teased with a huge smirk on his face. I was extremely embarrassed. I ran into my room and straight into the bathroom, forgetting to close the door to my bedroom. I went straight into the shower to warm up my body. When I got out of my beautiful, warm shower, I realised that I forgot my spare change of clothes!

Wrapping a towel around body my bruised body. I opened the door revealing my annoying roommate on my bed. He was playing withy phone but instantly hid it when he heard me emerge from the bathroom. "Get out!" I asked sternly. He didn't move. "Are you deaf, get out!" This time I raised my voice at him. He looked at me, anger radiating from his body. He stared me right in the eye.

But this didn't scare me. I was too used to this angry gaze. From my dad. My mom and dad split up a few years ago and now they have split custody of me. Every 2nd weekend I would switch houses and every time I my fathers turn came. I hated myself. He abused me, he hit me, stole from me, starved me, manipulated me. In conclusion he hated me. And boy did he show it. These bruises over my body are because of him, the reason why I cover up in long tops and long pants.

I returned the stare but instantly regretted it. He got up and walked infront of me. "You think your so smart don't you. Well let me tell you something, don't mess with me. I do what I want and say what I want  and there's nothing you can do about it. So stay out of my way and we'll be fine but I don't mind if you don't, it'll be more fun." He smirked before pushing my head back with his index finger and lefty room.

I huffed and cured under my breath. Grabbing my clothes I changed into them and headed out. Luckily my roommate was in his room so I walked out quietly snatching my room card before leaving.

I arrived early but the teacher was already there. She said that we could start a few minutes early. It was a one to one class which I preferred. It made it easier to learn and gave more space to dance. All was well. She wanted me show her the hardest dance I had learned wich I gladly preformed. Just the two of us in the room.

Or so I thought....