Unforgiving

Prologue

When will this stupid meeting end?  I started wondering. 

I was sitting at the Principle's office, with my hand and head in plasters. I fell down the stairs. More like, I was pushed down the stairs at my boyfriend's place. My boyfriend tried to force me in bed. So I tried to run away, but he caught up to me and pushed me down the stairs. 

" I am extremely disgusted by what this school teaches its students", my mom is outraged. She lashed out at the principle and came to sat beside me. 

" I am extremely sorry ma'am. Your daughter had to go through this, because of our students", the principle tried to apologize. 

" Where are their damn parents. I will make sure, they never see anything good ever again. How dare they?",  Mom said and stood up again. She grabbed the collar of my boyfriend's collar and slapped him again. 

" Mrs. Roselli. Please calm down. I will make sure they get punished. " 

" Calm down? DO YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER? DO YOU? HAVE ANYTHING EVER HAPPENED TO HER" 

Just then the door opened. My boyfriend Dylan's parents are here. I kind of felt bad for them. They are nice people. Too bad, their son is not as nice as them. 

Dylan and his friends tried to defend themselves. Saying they did nothing. Obviously it didn't work. None of their excuses will work now. All the evidence are against them. 

Well, also, my mom is a lawyer. She will make sure, their life gets destroyed, if the school doesn't give them proper punishment. 

My boyfriend and his friends got expelled from the school. Also the principle made sure, no other high school in the city would ever take them. 

Perfect actually. That is exactly what I wanted. 

I stood by the locker, as I saw Dylan, collecting his things from the locker. As he took his things, he asked, " I just want to know, why?" 

Why? Seriously? 

" You deserved it", I simply replied. I feel nothing for him anymore. 

Dylan walked away. 

I went to the roof and watched, as those idiots left the school. 

I was smiling. I was happy. I am satisfied. It is hard to do anything with a plastered hand and it hurts a lot. But this is worth it. I moved a strand of my short curls from  my face. I rolled down the sleeves of my favorite bottle green hoodie and pushed my black thick framed glasses up my nose. 

This is all worth it. Nothing should be forgiven and go unpunished. 

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One week ago: 

I was walking towards the bike parking of their school to meet Dylan. As I walked past a bunch of guys, I heard them say, " Isn't this the nerd Dylan is dating? I have a video of them doing stuff" 

I couldn't believe my ears for a while. I stood there shocked. I trust Dylan. Of course, he has nothing to so with anything. But something seemed off to me, as Dylan invited me to his house. This is the first time, Dylan asked me to stay at his place, saying his parents are okay with it. What's off was, my mom said, Dylan's parents will be out of town that weekend.  Dylan's mom is my mom's client.  

So I did a bit of digging.  I wasn't really prepared for what I found. I found a group chat, created by Dylan. Only a few people are in that chat. Dylan had been secretly filming our  intimate moments, and sharing in that group. Dylan even said, how he will finally have me in his bed that weekend. He was betting if I was a virgin or not. He planned to keep the bedsheet to show as proof to others. 

I was mortified when I found about all that. For a moment, I didn't know what to do. I was hurt. I truly loved Dylan. And really thought of him as a nice person. It was breaking me into pieces. I loved him with all my heart. But he dared to betray me. He had the audacity to break my trust and hurt me. 

As a child, I was a crybaby. I would cry at everything. But not anymore. I never grew up to be a weakling, or mope around crying like a sissy. I knew what I had to do. 

That weekend, I went to Dylan's house, like he asked. I wore the most modest and decent outfit in my closet. As he saw me, he laughed at my clothes. 

After a while, I let him think that he has convinced me to go to his bedroom. So, I went with him into his bedroom. Then, I didn't have to do much. 

I suddenly started acting like I was panicking. He tried to calm me down, forcing me to sit and listen to him. As I tried walking out of the room, he held my hand hard. While panicking, I 'accidentally' pushed over a few things in his room, and cut my hand in it. He tried to convince me to dress my wound and held my hand too hard. I tried to take my hand away. These made enough bruises in my hands. 

I ran away from his room. And then out of his apartment. It was honestly so scary. I just had to make sure, I wasn't getting severely injured, as I practically let myself fall down one flight of stairs. I passed out. 

As I expected, Dylan got scared and called his friends. They took me to the hospital. It was easy to frame them actually. Their phones. They have the group chat. They were saying disgusting things in that chat. That was enough as evidence that they are capable of trying to rape me. 

I told my mom, what I had to say. The rest actually worked itself. My mom was too furious. 

Dylan deserved it. 

I have learnt never to forgive. So, I was satisfied. He paid for what he did. I am happy. This feels peaceful.