When the lessons finished, I quickly got up from my chair and collected my things. I took my bag and quickly left the classroom. My feet carried me downstairs to the schoolyard. I needed air. I needed to relax from everything that had happened today on my first day. My first day already went like this. How was I going to get through the whole year? I settled down on a large stone and took a deep breath. At least, I wasn't home. At least, I didn't have to see Brody. Being home was the worst for me. Feeling like that was such a sad thing. But, it wasn't my fault. Neither my decision. No one wanted me at home. My mom stopped caring since my dad left. I don't even remember the last time, she told me, she loved me. Maybe she never did. With one thing I was wrong, though. There was one person who wanted me at home, occasionally.
But for what?
Not because they loved me, cared about me, but because I was their pleasure. And their pleasure was my pain. Thinking about that brought tears to my eyes. "Hey. What the fuck are you doing here?" Wincing, I looked to the side where three guys were standing. Each of them were looking not exactly friendly while holding unlit cigarettes in their hands. "I-i-i" I was stumbling. I wasn't able to talk during the fear that overcame me. The three of them got closer and closer until they were directly in front of me, circling me in while I was still sitting on that stone.
"That's our spot." the guy directly in front of me said. "Why the fuck are you at our spot?"
"I-i didn't know. I'm new h-here." I said, shaking and then getting up quickly. "I'm sorry. I'll go." I wanted to get out of the circle in which they had me, but they did not make room for me. "Who are you?"
My throat got really dry, so I swallowed.
"Roselyn." The one standing right in front of me looked at his boys and laughed. I felt uncomfortable and lowered my gaze. The school bell appeared. Taking this as an opportunity to leave, I tried again getting past them, but the guy in front of me blocked my way. "I-I need to get t-to class."
"I don't think you have to." He said with a smirk on his face. In my eyes, I could feel tears coming up. These boys were the reason I hated men. I felt like every guy was a bad guy. There weren't any good ones. Not one. That's how my mind has been thinking for a while now. And from each day, that thought became bigger.
"Ay!" A loud voice appeared behind the boys. "Leave her the fuck alone."
Everyone's head turned to where that loud, angry voice came from, including mine.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
