Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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TW : ABUSE + PANIC ATTACK 🛑
The world flashed in my eyes as I felt a shove and I was hitting the ground the next second. My dress tussled slightly as I landed on my side when a force met my stomach.
I instantly brought my hands to wind around my stomach but that didn't stop the blows to my abdomen. No matter how much I tried to protect myself, the force kept coming back, second after second.
A strangled yell escaped my mouth with the brutal force but I didn't have it in me to stop him and get up, for I was stuck in the revelation that I had finally pushed him and he had done what I feared.
This wasn't the same as all those fights I had gotten into growing up. It wasn't the same as getting kicked repeatedly by another girl or boy during a fall out.
My heart physically hurt now, the pressure on my chest pressing further and further until I couldn't breath.
Yet, I didn't cry. I couldn't because if I did then he would have enjoyed it even more. So I bottled in every tear that tried to escape and laid on the floor as he screamed and shouted at me, the hazy film around my head blocking everything out. Every kick added a new bruise to my stomach and my arm whilst I lazily left them beside me.
The bubble popped as soon as the force stopped and I watched his back as he walked away from me and towards his desk. He banged his hands on the table, enraged, throwing his jacket off and hurling it across the room.
I might have even thought he regretted what he'd done as he turned back around and watched me lay on the floor with my dress sitting around me, dirty and covered in shoe prints. But he didn't. He reached for the alcohol at the side and poured himself a cup, bringing it to his lip.
Everything made my head spin as I pushed myself up slowly and stood on my unstable heels.
I couldn't feel anything after that moment, I couldn't feel anything as I stepped forward, closing in on him. I couldn't feel anything as I stared him done with so much hatred, I felt worse than ever. But then, I felt dirtier than anything, disgusted with what had happened.
I was Pandora Wilson.
I never let anyone raise a hand on me. This was a one time thing because I'd make sure I did everything in my power to break his hand if he ever did anything like that again.
He peered at me over the rim of his glass, his face hard and his eyes ablazed. But I had had enough. I was trouble and I brought vengeance.
"I always wondered what I had done for you to be like this towards me...why you never gave me the time of day and persisted to remind me how much of a disappointment I am and how I ruin everything."
