Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 10 - Don't Scream. part. 1

[A/N : School uniform above☝︎Warning- There will be mentions of bullying, the word rape (idk if that triggers anyone but just incase, cause you never know), and getting jumped/beaten badly. Viewer discretion is advised.]

I wake up to a loud ringing right next to my left ear, I flutter my eyes open to realise the sound. My stupid alarm clock. Screaming for me to get up and "Get ready for school!"...I fucking hate school. I have ever since I left- well, you know.

I grogilly get up from my bed, to sub- contiously get ready for school.

Yeah, I do still have school. Well, college to be specific. But whatever, same thing. And I do still live with my parents 'cause I've started my part time job a little late. Even though they aren't around as much like they were when I was a kid, busy with their new buisness half way across the world.

But whatever, less yelling for me I guess.

I don't have enough money yet to get a house or even rent an apartment. Believe me, I'm trying the hardest I can. But with my lack of sleep, school, and my part time job(s), and night shifts everyday, and college funds...its really hard on me.

I hate school, because a specific three people made me hate it. Not to mention I don't have any friends down here. Everyone was either a whore, or a douche, or both.
There was no in between or anything other than that.

The only decent person here is me. Apparently that was so uncommon that people thought it was a good reason for them to harm me, mentally and physically.
It always happens, so much its part of my schedule now. I get punched at around 9am - which is the time I go to school. Kicked alot in the gut/stomach area around 12..? ish. And you know, the occasional getting stabbed in the leg or the hand every year or so. I've also gotten jumped once or twice, so...that was fun. Anyway, you name it. They've done it to me.

I slide on my shoes and exit my home, not bothering to grab breakfast.

'I'll just grab something at school'

I tell myself the exact same lie I always tell to myself...knowing that I wasn't going to. Even if I was hungry I never had an appetite for anything.

I walk for about 20 minutes until I finally reach my schools front steps. I was about to trudge up said steps but not before I was shoved harshly to the ground. Scuffing up my hands and knees.

"Watch where your going, slut."
Said a girl standing right front and center, that would be Valentina Michelle. And her two side dude and chick; Easton Katrina and Andie Elvira.
I swear Valentina and Andie have to be dating, they are always all over eachother and I swear one time I saw them kiss. But either way, it's not my buisness nor do I care. Gay is yay.

I tried to force myself back up onto my feet but Easton apparently had other plans as he pushed me down and kicked me hard in the gut; knocking the wind out of me.

I gasp for air to re-enter my body but struggle as another hard quick was given to my gut - knocking any air I had actually managed to get in, right back out.

Then they left.
Struting away like nothing had happened, and they had done no wrong.

I regained my breath after a few long minutes. Coughing a couple times in the process.

I stood up slowly, slinging my backpack over my shoulder once more.
I took a few deep breaths then looked over my clothes, realising new holes in my white thigh high socks. I sigh as I realise I'll have to fix those after work.

I had gotten pretty good at sewing over time, but of course it took alot of practice. But with Easton, Andie and Valentina around...they made that easy for me, by constantly giving me new holes to cover up.