Loving Lilac (EDITING)

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I've decided to enter the Wattys this year with this story! So I'm updating on Wednesday to get it finished sooner. I apologize that it's short. Enjoy the chapter! -Morgan

P.S: Picture is Nicholas Flame.

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Sadly, I could not get to my car quicker after Free Period. They found me.

They is my main group bullies. They have hurt me mentally and physically for the past seven years. Think of any way to hurt someone, any horrible names and they have most likely called me or hurt me in that way.

 Their leader is Nicholas Fucking Flame.

I hate him. He's that one childhood memory that never leaves. The one elementary friend that grew up to be a bully.

Then there's his "crew". It consists of Artemis Flame, Nicholas' sister. She's a year younger than me and is the definition of cruel. Artemis isn't much of a fighter but she embarrasses me. No, she humiliates me.

Behind her and Nicholas is Ash and Carter. They were twin brothers but really didn't do anything but insult me.

 Next to them was Ian Stact.

Out of all of them, I despised Ian Stact the most. He left me, his best friend, for something I don't even know. He was my rock, told me never to do it again. Guess what, I relapsed after he left. He never does anything to me but laugh.

"Oh look who it is, our little slut. Where you going, huh?" Ash taunted.

"Probably to screw some boy. Or girl." Nicholas said, adding to the insult.

Artemis, Carter and Ian just laughed. Biting my lip, I looked away.

I tried to push past them, but either I was to weak or they were too strong. I hated it.

Nicholas laughed and shoved me onto the ground. Hard.

That was the start of the abuse. Carter pulled me up by my hair while Artemis slapped me and told me how much of a slut I am.

Ash then used me like his personal punching bag. Carter was still holding my hair. Artemis was now kicking my legs, not really going anywhere with it, though. Nicholas yelled crude insults at me. Ian just laughed and smirked at me. I heard a snap somewhere in my body.

All through this, I was numb. I didn't feel a thing. That's how used to this treatment I was. The key word is used. They've done this to me so many damn times.

Suddenly, Ian looked scared.

"Shit guys! Teacher!" Instantly they all abandoned me in the middle of the hallway to save themselves, running toward the East exit.

I crawled over to the side of the hallway and, instead of helping, the teacher just walked past the pile of blood and crumpled girl next to it. Who hires teachers these days? Seriously.

Using the walls around me, I stood. I had to get out of this location fast. They were probably coming back to finish what they started. 

Half limping and half jogging, I made it out through the West exit, which wasn't far. I'm surprised they didn't go to this exit. Then again, they're idiots.

I got it to my car and unlocked with my keys that were, thankfully, in my pocket. Somehow, my wallet, phone, and IPod were in there, too.

I quickly turned up the AC and zoomed out of the school's parking lot. There was some traffic but once I got to my neighborhood, I was home free (Ironic).

On the outside, my house looked like a nice family with respectful kids lived there. The opposite lives there. It's huge with glass windows making up for most of the walls. A long walk way went from the road which I was parked at, to the front door. Two white columns stood in front of the door. When walking up the walkway and turning left, a hot tub was covered so nothing could get in it.

The inside was much more grander. It had black tiles and cream colored walls. The furniture was all neat and were expensive brands that I didn't know. It had seven floors, one of which was a library. It truly was amazing.

My room was most of the third floor. I had a huge black and blue bed and duvet with a black bed frame. There was a TV on one wall and my desk was on the other (it had papers and books over flowing so much you barely even knew it was there). 

I walked in, my black carpet soft against my feet. Setting my shoes in the walk-in closet, I settled on my bed and started working on my homework. I didn't want to do my homework because it reminded me of school and school reminded me of Nicholas and Ian.

Doing most of my homework, I settled into bed and fell into what I hoped was going to be a dreamless sleep.