Mismatch 
Chapter 3


I watched as Chad rubbed his forehead, a blood vein pulsing across it.
"I'm so sorry..." He started, biting his thumb nail and looking up at me, "I dont know what happened... you were..."
I wasnt even listening to his exuses- I didnt give a ** about his stupid exuses.
He'd hit me.
I felt my arm, the flesh bruise stinging.
I looked down to the floor and felt a tear slip down my face.
"It's okay," I muttered before he hugged me, forgetting my arm was killing.
"Sorry..." He muttered as he let me go and nearly patted it better. I sighed, looking over to the front door. He was leaning against the Grandpa clock in the hallway and I was stood opposite him.
I dont know what'd happened, he'd gotten angry... then... he'd... hit me.
But Chad didnt hit; he was perfect. Kind, hot and gorgeous.
He was a hitter.
I looked up to him and saw how anxious he looked, this was probably a one off; when you cant handle things anymore and you just explode. I did that sometimes
I looked at him, forgiving him. I dont believe that had just happened.