chapter 3

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Bethany's POV
Beep, beep, beep.
My alarm went off. God I am gonna throw this shit out the window some day.
I slowly got up and streached my arms out. Another day of hell hole. By hell hole I mean high school. Senior year is suppose to be like the best year of your life but for me it is nothing but the last year in hell.
I slowly got up and padded down to my washroom. I splashed my face a couple times with water and let my eyes fully open. I dried my face with a towel and looked at myself. I truly was worthless. Nothing good about me. Just bruises covering every inch of my body and scars covering my arms. I felt numb. Even when they beat me I feel nothing. Just emptiness.
I slowly dragged myself to the closet and looked at what to wear. I decided on dark blue skinny jeans and a black full sleeved shirt. I tied my hair into a high messy bun. Who cares how I look.
I put some foundation over my face to cover up the marks from all the slaps I get and wore a bunch of bracelets to cover up the scars that were able to peep out. And took out some white high tops and slipped em into my feet.
I picked up my back pack and silently slipped out the house door. Who needs food? Not me.
I started my fifteen minutes stroll to my torture cell.
I took out my iPhone and put my head phones in. I put the music on shuffle. The first song was Amnesia by 5 seconds of summer.
This song was like one of my wishes. I did want to forget everything. Just wake up with amnesia and start new.
But not all dreams come true. Especially mine.
The next song was heart skips a beat by olly murs.
This song made a small smile tug up my lips. It was quite a funny song considering how a guy was expressing himself to a girl and how she did not care.
By the time this song ended I had reached school. I looked up and saw him leaning against the school gates smirking up at me. Ugh, how I want to wipe that smirk off his face. I showed no expression on my face and continued entering hell.

Harry's POV
She looked at me with no sign of fear on her face. Just a plain straight face.
It annoyed me even more when she didn't care. She tried passing by me but I caught her by her arm and dragged her to the back of the school. Where no one ever comes. She just quietly followed not saying a word.
"Good morning, sweetheart", I said slowly. She just stuffed her hands in her jean pocket and looked down. That made me even angry.
I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head up making her look ate me. But still with no expression.
"You answer me when I talk to you," I hissed.
Still no response. Oh, now she will get it.

Bethany's POV
He let go of my hair and threw me down on the concrete pavement. He shot me a few kicks and then picked me up by the collar. I still stayed expressionless. And that angered him more.
"You worthless slut!" He shouted in my face. "Why don't you go kill yourself, huh?"
Been there, done that. I thought to myself.
" You are a waste of space on this planet! Go fuck yourself!" He ordered.
Still virgin. I thought again.
He threw me a few more kicks and then left. Leaving me at he back of the school, bruised and in my own thoughts until the bell rung.

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