Dark Eyes

Chapter 8, Scars

A/n Hello beautiful people, there you go with chapter 8! Enjoy!

T/W (trigger warning) Abuse, blood.

Her bottle slipped from her fingers, and fell with a clang. Drace turned around just as he heard the metallic sound resonate all throughout the quiet library and looked at her, her eyes landed on his, but he could see that her mind was not here. It was in a memory. Drace got up in a gauche way and gave everyone a look, as everyone casted their weirded out glances towards Athene. He picked up her bottle and gently touched her shoulder. As soon as his fingers touched her skin, her glazed eyes snapped into reality and she flinched again. He pulled his hand away as soon as he felt her shudder away, and they quietly walked to their corner with a bookshelf full of their comfort literature nearby. He pulled a chair for her, and propped himself up on the table. She sat down with grace, as if nothing had just happened.

"Athene?"

"Oh uh...yeah?"

"I know that I am not that close to you...but...what happened to your wrists?"

"Uh..."

Athene's mind flashed back to that day. This library had been her solace for the evening and as it was getting dark outside, she knew she had to get home soon. She got up, balancing books in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other, and packed her bag. She looked around in the warmth of the library. It was...her home, a home to her restless mind. She tossed the cup of coffee into a trash can, and stepped outside into the crisp, cool breeze, and as it hit her face, she shivered.

She walked to the block, just about to take a turn to her house. That is when she heard them. A group of boys, with drinks in hand, laughing and shouting into the evening air. She looked towards them once, and realised they were from her school. Seniors. The blonde guy with the brown eyes, who she had passed by many times in the hallway, was very visibly drunk, as he stumbled over his own feet and let out a barking laugh on something, someone else said, his eyes fell on her.

"HEY YOU!"

He shouted at her, and whispered something to the other boys, that made them all laugh loudly. Athene knew better than to associate with a group of boys who were inebriated. She turned around with a sharp whip, and started to walk the other way, when someone grabbed her by the hair.

"Did you not hear me? Huh?"

Adrenaline and self defence kicked in, and she threw her fist into his face, smashing his nose with a crunch sound. He let go of her hair as he stumbled back and yelped in pain. Blood now stained her knuckles as the other boys howled and laughed. The blonde guy turned around and they all realised that his nose was broken.

Ashton, or as she remembered his name, growled at her, when he saw that she had broken his best friend's nose.

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU LITTLE-"

That's when she realised she was in very deep trouble, if she was not a marathon runner, which apparently she was not. She shambled backwards, breathing heavily. Her lips trembled as she stepped back further.

"You are that girl...that girl who...lost her brother, right?"

She stood there, with only the sound of sharp breaths escaping her lips.

"ANSWER ME, YOU PATHETIC SCARED LITTLE GIRL."

Pride roared in her chest as she collected herself and took a step closer to the looming brown haired boy, whose face was tainted with angry lines, an arrogant expression, and his lips curled over his teeth in drunken rage made him look all the more menacing. Dangerous.