Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟒𝟎 | 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕

Iris

TW: Physical Assault ⚠️

I stay back at school for a while. Ares has to leave straight to work so I'm basically supposed to be visiting my mum and dad today. It's been a while because I haven't seen them since we shifted which is like a week and a half. I'm in my secret classroom finishing off some work alone.

The college is empty and the teachers are gone too. Well, I thought it was until I heard someone walking along the corridor. It's probably the cleaner. It's not. It's Leo.

He enters the classroom with a huge grin on his face. An instant panic enters my body because this is the worst place to be at with him. I look down at my book and ignore him as he comes to me. He places his hand behind my back and slowly moves it around. I smash my hands on the table and get up.

"Can I help you?" I ask frustratedly.

"No. I was just seeing what you're doing," he says placing his hands on your shoulders, flicking the straps of my bra.

I had been avoiding him since the incident and he had become a total dickhead too.

"Stop," I say brushing his hand off my shoulder.

"Or what?" he challenges.

I unhesitatingly slap him across the face. I should've done this that night so he wouldn't have had the guts to annoy me again. I can tell that he is pissed. He grabs the chair I was sitting at and throws it across the classroom giving me a jump scare.

"I can't believe I ever took you as my friend!" I yell.

"Of course now you're going to say that. Now that he fucks you you're going to hate every other guy around you," he shouts back, pulling me by the hair and throwing me into the desks.

The desks fall onto one another as I hit the edge of them in my stomach. I hold onto myself as I crawl back seeing him coming towards me. He holds my face in his hand tightly but I push him away from me.

That's when my phone rings. Please be Ares, I begged in my head. I ran towards the phone and it was Ares. I accept the call but before I can say anything Leo grabs me by my shirt and throws me against the wall.

The phone goes flying out of my hand and a slap hits across my face hard. His nail slices the edge of my lip before he slaps me twice more with all his force. He grips onto my hair in his fist with anger.

"It's hurting," I cry as tears run down my cheeks.

"Really Iris? I didn't know," he grinned, pulling a few strands out in his hand.

I screamed, holding my hurting scalp as I saw many strands of my hair in his hand. Blood is dripping down to my chin from the cut but my eyes are stuck on the strands of my hair.

"You fucking whore. You want to let that mother fucker fuck you but not me!" his hands tightly gripped my arms this time and I tried to fight him with my legs.

He throws me into the tables again, harshly this time. I could nearly pass out from the sharp pain in my stomach.

"This is exactly how girls like you should be treated," he says before slamming the door and leaving the room.

I crawl to the strands of my hair that have fallen to the floor and pick them up one by one. The classroom was a mess. After every piece is in my hand I slide back to my desk grabbing a hold of my bag.

I hold it to my chest tightly letting out a few tears. My stomach feels like it's swelling up and I find it painful to breathe. My eyes bat themselves in the next few minutes whilst I try to gather the courage to get up.