What could go wrong?

Jordan ran faster as more thoughts entered her head. She felt hopeless. There was nothing she could do. She couldn't make this situation better. She had no way to fix it. Her feet slammed relentlessly against the concrete.

Once she got home she collapsed onto the floor and sobbed. She leaned against the front door and screamed. Jordan was glad her parents weren't home to witness this. They were on a business trip for work. They left while she was at the football game.

Jordan felt her hot tears roll down her face, her lungs were burning from the screaming and running. Her body hurt inside and out. She pulled herself off of the floor and headed to the bathroom. She wanted to see if she was bruised. Well, how badly bruised she was.

She turned on the bathroom lights and examined her face. Her brown eyes were red and puffy. She had a faint bruise on her jaw. She looked down at her arms. There were small bruises on each arm. Jordan slumped down on the floor and cried even harder. She was curled up into a ball.

Suddenly she felt bile rise to the back of her throat. She quickly opened the toilet seat cover and threw up. This made her cry harder. She never let so helpless, but this was her fault. She should've told her father the second she caught them. Maybe then none of this would have happened.

Jordan pulled herself up off of the toilet and flushed it. She shut the lights off in the bathroom and Jordan dragged herself upstairs. She didn't bother brushing her teeth or changing. She didn't care. Nothing mattered to her right now.

She crashed into her bed. She pulled the covers over her head and cried. Jordan knew that what Tanner was doing was wrong. If he had nothing against her Jordan would have immediately called the police or done something. It was tearing Jordan up that she couldn't do a thing about it. She did fight back here and there, but she knew in the back of her head that it wouldn't really do anything.

She cried for the rest of the night until she fell asleep. She woke up to the doorbell ringing. Jordan grabbed her phone to check the time, but it was dead. She quickly pulled her hair in a bun and went downstairs.

She unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Tanner. Jordan's throat when dry. Her knees felt weak and wobbly. She didn't want to show anymore weakness than she already had.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" Tanner asked, he was holding two plastic cups filled with coffee. He was acting as if nothing had happened at all last night. That terrified Jordan. Being able to act like a completely different person.

Jordan moved out of the way. Tanner looked her up and down. "Jordan, I think you should change. You wore those clothes last night. I'll be in the kitchen. You go shower and change. You look like a train wreck. Hurry up before your coffee gets cold."

Jordan went upstairs and showered. She took such a long shower that the water ran cold. She brushed her teeth and changed into a hoodie and sweat pants. Jordan went downstairs to see Tanner sitting at a barstool on his phone.

"That took you long enough." Tanner huffed. "Your coffee is probably cold now."

Jordan didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't act as if nothing was wrong. But she had to. She couldn't risk her college funds to be taken away or for her parents to disown her. She knew if this slipped out her mother would take it away in a heart beat. Her father wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Jordan sat down on the island next to Tanner. She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back tears. She could feel her hands shaking. "Did you not hear me? I said your coffee is cold. You took too long. I basically just lit five bucks on fire."