The Girl with Scarlet Wrists [Rewriting]

The Girl with Scarlet Wrists Chapter 4

Chapter: 4

I was walking through the desolate halls of the school after art club (Kara‘s Suggestion. I think she just wanted to cover me in paint.) I smiled at the thought of our paint war.

 I  was trying to make my way back to the parking lot but being new I had no idea where I was going, the sun was setting and there were only a hand full of kids walking home

 I decided to stop by the bathroom so that I could scrub some paint off my hands. As I approached the corner of the bathroom I saw a dark shadow pass by the wall. I looked around but didn’t see anything.

I walked faster, the bathroom was close now.

Just before I reached the handle a figure yanked me from it’s grasp, and slams my tiny body into the wall. Making pain shoot through my head.

 “Where you going hottie?” he asked in a husky voice. I struggled as hard as I could, but he just pinned me down harder. I recognized the voice as one of the football players from yesterday.

“Your not going anywhere until I'm done with you” He whispered in my ear pressing his hard body against mine. I feebly tried to push him off, but then decided to scream.

“HELP! HE-” was all I got out before he pushed his hand over my mouth. I bit him hard until I tasted his blood.

He yanked his hand away, “You bitch” he spat at me.

He wound his hand back and slapped me hard against the face. I gasped and tried to hold my cheek but he was pinning me down. I stopped struggling there was no use.

He was to strong. He kissed me sloppily up and down my neck. His hand roamed up my thigh and he slipped his hand under my capri's. I shuddered and pounded on him, but it didn’t even affect him. “It’s a shame your so small. Because I'm sure it will hurt like hell when I'm done with you.” he whispered to me.

I tried to scream, but he just silenced me with his mouth. He forced his tongue into my mouth and I gagged. He dropped his hand down to my Capri's again trying to unbutton them. That’s when I fought for my life. I punched, bit, kicked him, and everything else but he was just amused.

He pulled my shirt up past my belly button and felt his way to my breast, and then his hand roamed to my back trying to unclasp my bra. I struggled more and more. He couldn’t unclasp my bra -idiot- so he just unbuttoned my pants and I tried to kick him but he just pulled my leg around his waist. I officially gave up, and waited for the pain but then he was yanked forcefully off of me.

I opened my eyes to see Chase beating the shit out of my attacker. I put my hand to the back of my head where I felt a bump and then a thick liquid falling from it.

I brought my hand around to my eyes and saw that it was completely soaked in blood. My blood. The rust/salt smell came to my nose and I gagged. I felt light headed until a strong pair of arms wrap around me. I forced my eyes to stay open and saw Chase’s insanely hot face staring down at me. He looked so panicked.

 “Oh shit! Your bleeding from your head Layla, you might have a concussion you need to stay awake. I started to get lost in those beautiful green eyes of his.

“O-o-k-k-ayy” I stuttered. He lifted me up in his arms cradle style like I weighed no more than a feather and brought me into the bathroom. I was in no position to oppose this niceness that seemed suspicious.

He smiled that flirtatious sexy smile that always made girls fall to their knees for him. If you know what I mean.

 I could definitely see why. He set me on my feet but faced my back to him and wrapped a steadying arm around my waist.  Silent tears streaming down my face.