breaking the truth

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^^ her outfit

I woke up on the concrete; it was dark, and I could feel nothing but pain. Memories of last night rushed into my head: wolf at the basket ball court, of the guys in the alley, and of what Dom did. I slowly dragged myself up and looked for any source of time—a clock, a person—but there was nothing; no one was here. I limped out of the alley and into the street, seeing no one. It was probably around 3 in the morning. Limping over to the gym, I knew it would be my safest place. Maya could help, she would always clean me up. I turned down a side street to cut off some time for walking on my definitely broken body. "Hey, pretty lady, what are you doing over here all alone?" I looked up to see a drunk middle-aged guy; my breath hitched. "Leave me alone, please. I'm just trying to get some help." He laughed at my struggle. "Why don't you help me first?" He grabbed me and dragged me deeper into the side street, ensuring that no one would hear or see what he was doing.

I jumped up in a cold sweat. God, I hate nightmares, well more like memories; I just hate everything to do with sleeping except the escape from reality.

Looking at the clock, it said "4:23 AM." I sighed and decided to get ready. I start school here, so I might as well get ready and be prepared.

When I get into the shower, I feel my muscles relax under the hot water. I love taking a hot shower; it always calms my nerves. When I get out of the shower, I put my hair into a messy high ponytail with no makeup.

going to the closet and seeing all of the things that we got yesterday and just picking a simple pair of ripped jeans and a button-up cardigan, adding gold jewelry, and white Nike Air Forces.

When I'm finally content with my appearance, I make my way into the kitchen to be met with a dressed Luca, a very tired Noah, and Louis.

"Good morning, S ready for school?" I shot Noah a 'what the fuck are you doing' look, nodding my head. He just met me back with a smirk, and I just shooed him off to get some strawberries and coffee for breakfast.

"Wow, black coffee gross," Luca said, sipping on his cup that probably had creamer with a hint of coffee, when Noah started laughing.

"I remember one day she didn't get her coffee, and that was hell, oh my god, she was a-" he stopped taking very quickly.

"What do you mean?" Louis said, now looking as awake as ever.

Me and Noah looked at each other mentally, figuring out what we should tell them.

"Remember when I said Noah hatted me well. We had class together first thing in the morning, so we would have to deal with each other first thing." passing over the fact that we both slept at the gym in our own rooms that Maya and Joe had made us, and I didn't have coffee when I walked out, so I was annoyed at him.

"Well, we are going to be late to school if we don't hurry up, so let's go," Luca said, grabbing his bag and heading out the door and into the matte black BMW.

The school was only 10 minutes away, and of course, with my luck, I had to sit next to Noah.

I looked at him. "Hey, do you have my pills on you?" I whispered.

"Do you think I am dumb enough to give you drugs on our way to the first day of school?" he whispered back.

I rolled my eyes. To be honest, I didn't know if I wanted the pills to get me high and forget that I was going to school with my brothers or because I could barely breathe with the pain from my ribs.

The car came to a stop, and when the boys stepped out, all eyes turned to them, with the girls pulling down their shirts to show more cleavage and the boys puffing up their chests to seem scary.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, also stepping out. All eyes turned from the boys to me; wipers sprouted, and attention was put on me.

honestly, I wasn't surprised or worried. I was the source of this at my old school well for a bit until I beat the shit out of someone, then they all shut up and left me alone. My question is: who should I beat the shit out of here? Maybe Noah.

"Let's go, Chloe; we need to get to class." Luca grabbed my hand and dragged me into the building.

We stopped in front of the door that read 'British Lit'.

Ugh, I hate school. I should have dropped out when I had the chance; maybe I could have run away; I wouldn't be here if I did; maybe that is a plus.

I walked into the classroom of curse because I was on the honor system. The class is full of people who want to learn, so they were already in class, books out, and ready to learn. All I could do was roll my eyes.

and to think I used to be one of them, so ready for life.

The teacher looked at me, then back down at her paper, and back up at me with wide eyes. God, just say it, please put out our misery.

"Class, time for attendance Just raise your hand so I know who you are." She started taking attendance. "Chloe - King," she looked up, terrified. I smiled at the fact that my last name brings fear to people, but of course it also brings whispers, which everyone was doing.

So I did something to change that.

"Here," I said, raising my hand. Everyone wiped their heads at me and started whispering even more. "You guys know whispering is rude, right? If you think saying it out loud would get you killed," i looked around the class and said, "Maybe don't; you might want to see another day."

I just walked to the back of the class and sat in the corner. This is going to be fun.