Chapter 37: First Day Of Class

Kara POV

" Who hit you on the mouth?" mother asked.

" Was it David?" mother asked.

" No, mother, it was not David." I responded.

" I forbid you from ever seeing him again or going to karate class," mother stated.

" You can not forbid me to do anything," I yelled.

I then got up from the table, slamming my chair back. It fell on the floor. I then went upstairs and finished getting ready. The conversation over breakfast was not very friendly. She tried to accuse David of hitting me in the mouth. The only thing he was responsible for was the bruise on my arm. He grabbed it too hard to get me out of the way.

This was going to be hell. I was now going to have to come up with excuses for why I'm not home on certain days. No doubt that she will eventually follow me. She has done that in the past. I'm an expert on ditching her. I will have to either walk or have Marcus change cars. Because she knows what his car looks like. Truthfully, at this point, I did not know if I even wanted to continue karate or my relationship with David.

After the fights, I was scared. People get killed at these things. I do not know what they do with the bodies of the people that get killed because of this thing. Do they just throw them in a ditch or do they disappear? All these questions and no answers. I really do not want to talk to David. But there was no way to avoid him.

I was running late for the first day of classes. But I did not care. I really did not want to go to school. I wanted to hide all day in my room. But that was not an option for me. So I finished getting ready and headed down the stairs and out the door. As usual, Marcus was waiting for me.

" Good Morning Ms. Kara." he greeted me.

" Morning Marcus." I responded.

Then I climbed into the back seat. I pulled the travel mirror out of my purse and checked my make-up. I put on some lipstick to hide the sore on my lip. But my lip was swollen. It was noticeable. That guy sure packed a punch. I have never been hit by a man before. I thought it couldn't hurt that badly. Boy was I wrong.

" Ms. Kara, I have a message from David," he stated.

" Yes what is it?" I asked.

" He asks that you give him a call" he stated.

" You can tell him that I do not wish to speak to him," I responded.

" He said he would say that," he stated.

HE turned down a different street. It was not the street that led to the school.

" Where are we going?" I asked.

" He said if you said that, then I would take you to his office," he stated.

"OK, I will call him." I responded.

He then pulled the car over.

" What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm already late for my first class," I stated.

" Waiting for you to call him." he stated.

I finally called him just so I could go to school. David was nothing but demanding. I do not know if he did it intentionally or what.

" Hello." I heard on the other end of the phone.

" You wanted me to call you," I asked.

" Yes, I wanted to see if you are OK sweetheart." he stated.

" My mother and I got into an argument this morning," I stated.

" I already know what it was about," he stated.

" David, I promise I will call you when I get out of class," I stated.

" Make sure you do." he responded.

" I love you Kara," he stated.

I dropped the phone. No man has ever said he loved me except my dad. I picked up the phone, and it had hung up on him. That was a bombshell. I was not expecting that. Did I love him or just have feelings? I'm so confused. This was a morning that I would not forget. Marcus turned around and headed to my school.

I was already 20 minutes late for school. I hurried into the building and headed to the classroom. I was shocked when I walked into the room. There were only 6 of us in class. That was unusual. These classes are usually full. I sat down at the desk and waited for the teacher. When she walked in she handed out the text books.

" Good morning class." she stated.

"I'm Mechelle, and I'll be your instructor," she stated.

" Please open your textbooks and turn to the back for the worksheets," she stated.

She then explained that each week we would have to complete the worksheet of the week. Also, that we will practice with each other learning to take vitals. That should be interesting. She explained why the class was so small. It was because the nursing facility that they work with only has a certain number of slots for people to do their clinicals.

That would explain why things were the way they were. We spent the class time learning about the basics of first aid. We would be tested for that on Friday, since it was a mandatory part of the class. She taught us the proper way to apply pressure to stop bleeding and also the proper way to apply a turnacate.

I was glad when class ended. I wanted to go to work and walk. We sat for the whole class. I needed to get my mind off everything. I did not realize how much went into nursing. There was a proper way to put gloves on and take them off and dispose of them. There is a right way of how to take the pulse, what figures to use and which ones not too. So much information.

Also, I was still upset about the fight my mother and I had that morning. Also, I was thinking about David and what to do about that situation. He wanted me at the dojo every day to be able to fight in the street fights. I think at this point I have bitten off more than I can handle. I was still not happy.

Marcus was waiting after class. I told him I was going to walk to work. I needed to clear my head. Too many thoughts and they were all jumbled together.