one grain of sand (lesbian)

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"So miss Rose. Care to explain why you are here on your first day at my college?" a young woman with blond hair smacked the table to capture every ounce of attention or more like fear. she seems like the type to laugh at a crying child. Ice cold.

I explained with sarcasm as she shook her head and mumble under her breath. "Right, i'm going to have to call your parents Laeken. I'm sorry."

i shook with fear as the word 'parents' burnt through my skull and carved into my soul.

"NO!!" I shouted and started to pace the room. I knew they'd kick my arse. Literally. Remembering the last time I got into a fight and what they did made my leg ache at the sound 'crack!' coming back. "Any thing but that! please!!" A tear ran down my cheek as my hands shook.

"I will explain what to them. They will be fine i'm sure!" she re-assured me. That didn't work at all. I could only stand there and shake my head, still shaking.

"why? it was just a punch. what are you so afraid of?" she said touching my hand. I just flinched away. "Fine. You're off lessons all day and can mop/sweep all day. If you need to talk, here my contact details." She handed me a card and pointed to the door which I happily nearly ran through. Even after looking for this mysterious girl from in the rubbish chairs. She had gone; so i carried on walking to my locker and looking for the Janitor.

They day flew by slowly but it got to the last bell. But still had to clear up the mop. As i dragged it through the college, a girl spoke over my sholder offering help. I turned around to meet a pair of hazel eyes. I laughed out of nerves and denied the offer. "But thanks..." and she replied "Olivia. Olivia Thomas." Even her name is beautiful! She carried on walking with me while i gave the mop back and asked "I heard you screaming in the head's office... Are you ok?" she asked with deep concern in her eyes. "Uh, yeah. i'm fine thanks. why was you sat out side there?" I asked in curiosity. "Oh i just like to wonder and see whats going on." she smiled softly. before I knew it, it was 4pm.

Shit! my coach!

i ran a couple of yards to the gate and watched the coach drive past me with again, people laughing at me. "Fuck! i'm in so much trouble! They're going to kill me!" i gasped.

"Who is? whats the rush?" Olivia's soft voice said quickly.

"My parents! I have to be back to make food and clean the house before they get home!! oh fuck!" I literally smacked myself in the face in stupidity.

"calm down. I'm sure they'll understand! want me to drive you home?" she calmly said. she is a god sent i swear!

i literally jumped on her im relief and thanked her the majority of the drive home. Other than that, we had a laugh. she had taken my worries away.

We pulled up outside my house. A tiny house in the roughest part of town. The town of anvil. She looked at me and asked if i needed any help cleaning or cooking. Reality hit me. 4:37. Got 23 minutes to make food AND clean?! fuck. I just shook my head but thanked her for the lift. I handed her a paper with my number on it and said goodbye.

The sound of wheels pulled to a stop outside, making me cringe as i knew who it was perfectly well.

The door opened and slammed shut as i stood by the table which had food laid out ready for my mum and dad to eat. My stomach rumbled as i hadn't had lunch money for food and i didn't go shopping last night due to running about for THEM.

They both walked in and sat down. Instantly they both shouted "Where our beer and wine bitch?" I ran to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Bud and a bottle of wine to pour. As i handed them their drinks I watched as i tapped my mums fork; sending mash flying at her face. My dad stood up - face bright red in anger. He grabbed me and threw me into the cabinet and grabbing my by my throat. "Look what you did! I should break that chicken shit of a neck of yours!" He back handed me across the eye and i stood there scared to move or breath. He kicked the back of my knee making me collapse without a choice. He walked off as my mum sobbed and swore that I will go to hell for being her child.

I pulled myself off of the floor and wiped the tears from my swollen and bruised eye and started to clear the food up and eating as much food as i could before they could find another excuse to hit me. Man, my eye hurts like fuck. As i walked to my room i heard my phone ring and my dad calling "Is that your phone i hear? don't you run from me!" I ran into my room locked the door as i ran to my bed and under the sheets. Well i say bed, its a broken matrass on a home made bed frame which had nails sticking out everywhere.

I looked to my phone and seen a missed call from a number and a text saying "Pick up! it's me, Olivia! :D <3" and go an in coming call. As i was about to accept the call the door was kicked through. I hit my phone in a hole of the matrass and sat up to accept what may happen. My mother stood by the door and my dad stormed towards me and grabbed my arm demanding for my phone. I just denied having one and pulled out a small game boy colour. It was a hard sacrifice. He grabbed it and threw it to the floor and stepped on what was left and spat at me and my mum screamed "you dyke! look what you made him do! Go to hell!" and threw a wine bottle at me which missed and shattered over the wall.

I laid in the dark and slowly fell asleep wondering what Olivia was doing.

The morning came quickly and the pain in my neck, eye and leg was torturous. I knew it was the least they've done to me so i should be thankful. I jumped into my shower and made the most of a free house. I got dressed into some ripped up jeans and a shirt and overcoat. I brushed my brown hair which came just below my shoulders and was always pretty messy. I ran down stairs and got my school bag and took the risk of taking some money out of my dads change stash. I also risked taking a apple as I made my way to college. I had to walk today because of my black eye in case people asked questions. I popped in the corner shop and bought a packet of cigarettes and lit up a smoke.