My Bully

9: Naomi: Pain

Naomi

Why did he have to do that? She whimper, feeling her eyes water.

"Why?" He asked her. What could she answer? "Was it because of me?" He lifted her other sleeve. "Were you trying to kill yourself, like you almost did?"

Naomi struggles to get free. But Jay wouldn't let her go. She wanted him off her.

"Answer me," he looked at her. Naomi shook her head. "Naomi answer me!" His yelling scares her.

"It made me not feel pain," she told him.

"But you where causing yourself pain," Jay frowned.

"Made me forget," Naomi tremble.

"That's stupid and pathetic," Naomi felt hot tears spill. "Stop crying, no one hurting you." He looked at her arm. "This is why people pick on you because you show weakness, it's why I picked on you." He let her go and stood. He paced around the room. Naomi sat up and backed away. "Oh relax will you, I ain't going to do anything to you. I'm not interested in you like that." Naomi winced.

Why did it hurt when he said that? Of course, he wouldn't look at her as a woman. He never will. All he sees her as is a weak girl. Naomi fixed her sleeves. She wanted to go home now but was afraid to tell him. And she had left her bag downstairs.

"Will you stop crying!" Naomi wipes her tears. But they still kept coming. "You cry for everything. I'm trying to fix things with you. But you're making it difficult for me. And your little friend, I still have a bone to pick with him."

Naomi looked at him. He had a busted lip and a slight bruise on his cheek. And a cut on his upper cheek. She barely notices it.

"D-don't do an-anything to him," Naomi looked down at her hands.

"I'll do whatever I want," Naomi shrinks back. He hasn't changed at all. Naomi shouldn't have come. She needs to get out of here.

"I w-want to go h-home," she stuttered.

"Fine," she wiped her eyes and followed him out. That was easy.

"Oh leaving already?" Jay nodded.

"Her brother call said he needs her home," Naomi smiled.

"Alright, here," Molly handed her a plastic bag. "To take home."

"Thank you," she tries not to let her see she been crying.

"Come on," Jay led her out.

"Bye, hope you come back sometime," Naomi felt as if she won't ever come back here. At least not with Jay.

The drive home was quiet. All Naomi could think of, was getting home.

"Don't go and rattle me out," Jay warned.

"I won't," Naomi said.

When they arrive, her brother wasn't home. She got out and held the bag and hers and went to the front door. Grabbing her keys, she opened it. As she was about to close it, Jay stopped it.

"Ah," Naomi knew better than to try and push him out. So she let him in. Going to the kitchen, she put the bag in the fridge.

Jay grabbed her as she was halfway up the stairs. Her body shook with fear.

"Again don't tell your damn brother I made you cry, got it?" Jay gripped her wrist tightly. She'll have bruises later on.

"I won't," Naomi winced.

"Good," he let her go, pushing her hard against the wall. Then he was gone. Naomi went and locked the door. She ran upstairs and toward the bathroom. Taking her clothes off Naomi looks at her hip. A slight bruise was forming, from where she hit the wall. She bruised easily. Her wrists were hurting too. Tears roll down her cheeks.

She looked through her drawer and found what she was looking for her hand shook. Slipping down to the floor, she held the sharp razor against her skin, hard. A thin line of blood was forming. More tears ran down her cheeks, as she cut across her arm. She did it on both arms. Like always, she showered to rid of the blood. She had cut to deep this time. Getting out, she looked in the first aid kit. Grabbing a roll of bandage, she wrapped both arms up. Then she dressed. Making sure she hid them. She cleans up the mess and lay on her bed.

She did it. She hadn't done it in months. Now she started back up again.

Her phone beep. Grabbing it, she looked at it. It was an unknown number.

?: hey fat ass, know you're going to pay for what you did. For taking Jay away from me. I'll make you suffer more than when in school. You are freaking ugly fat ass bitch! Why don't you die!

Naomi drops her phone. Her hands shook. It was from Tessa. Naomi didn't take Jay away from her. It's not her fault. She doesn't even want Jay. She grabs her phone and deletes the messages. Naomi lay in bed. Now she was more scare than before. What if they try getting into the house? Or if they burn it down? Her whole body trembles from fear. Again her phone beep. It wasn't from Tessa but her brother.

Jared: you home yet?

She quickly texted him.

Naomi: yes can you come home soon, I don't feel so well.

Her brother texted her, his on his way. When he arrived, he went directly to her.

"What's wrong?" Naomi crawl into his lap. "It's alright; I'm here."

"I don't want to be alone," she said.

"Naomi, what's wrong?" He asked.

"They want to hurt me," she sniffles.

"Who?" He sounded alarmed.

"Tessa and Jay," she knew Jay would hurt her when he finds out she rattle on him. But she was scared. "Make him go away."

"Shh, he won't bother you anymore, I promise," Jared held her.

He left her for a few minutes while he showers. But for the rest of the night. He stays with her. Naomi felt safe now. Maybe she'll ask Kay to stay with her. His turning eighteen soon. It's selfish, but he also makes her feel safe.

She wants to be able to be free of Jay and everyone that has hurt her. Naomi fiddled with a strand of her hair. She hopes things can get better. She wants to live in peace,

But why does she have this pain in her chest, as if something terrible is going to happen to her? She cuddled closer to Jared.

She sighed and fell asleep. But she had nightmares. Worse than before.

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Next chapter will be Jared point of view.

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