Glow Heart

Chapter One-Olivia's POV

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Olivia's POV

I finished changing in the locker room and sighed, dreading walking off of school property. I always did. I knew that the second I stepped off of school grounds, precious little golden boy Blake Collins and his idiot friends, Jake and Toby, would beat me up. Of course, there's not much I could do about it, short of beating him in a fight. As far as everyone else was concerned, preppy, sports captain Blake can do no wrong. I snorted.

It's not like I can hide from them forever, they would come looking for me and that would only hurt so much worse. I walked out of the building and just kept walking. It was always the school boarder in the direction of my house.

Hands roughly grabbed my arms. "You ready nerd?" Toby mocked. I meekly nodded.

Coming home with cuts, bruises, and nightmares should be difficult to explain but you don't really need to when people don't care. My parents haven't cared about me since I was five and they got my foster brother, Jonathan. They act like he's the king of the world and always manage to forget a place for me at his feasts. My only solace is William, our butler. He's four years older than me at the elderly age of twenty and started the job when he was five to make money for his parents who were shot only a year later.

When I zoned back in, all three boys were standing and staring at me . "What are you doing?" I looked up at them with cautious eyes. They were usually brutal but I didn't want to ruin a good thing by asking too many questions about their mercy.

"You stopped reacting. You stopped flinching whenever we so much as moved our fingers. You stopped whimpering. Just... stopped." Jake looked at me curiously.

"Sorry?" I mumbled.

"Whatever guys, let's just go." Blake rolled his eyes. That's impossible, this usually goes on for at least half an hour. "I'm bored." They started to walk away.

"Wait!" Why was I stopping them? "You guys didn't... hurt me while I was zoned out, did you?" I was hesitant, not wanting them to change their minds but wanting to know what injuries I would have to treat.

"No. You stopped reacting and we got curious. Am I going to have to repeat that anymore?" Blake scowled at me. I shook my head frantically and reached for my backpack. They had never let me go without injury before.

"Thank you." I murmured, "For not hurting me, I mean. It means a lot." I smiled as well as I could with my old wounds and walked home.