Shopping for Love

Chapter 29

Shanaya's POV :

I ran to the first place that came to mind. The girl's toilets. I locked myself in the last cubicle, my back against the door as I slid down it, crying. I sobbed into the sleeves of my jumper, ruining it. My make-up by then, was probably ruined.

After what felt like ages, I let myself out, to look at my reflection. My eyes were red and puffed. My eye liner was smudged down my cheeks. My lips were red from me biting down on them. My mascara had survived, being waterproof. My nose was bright red and so were my cheeks. I turned on the cold tap, and splashed cold water on my face. I dried my face and turned round to exit the toilets, only to come face to face with him.

Michael. The same Michael that had my life a living hell three years back. The same Michael that cheated on me, then blamed me for his actions. The same Michael that abused me and then almost raped me, with his friends. The same Michael that changed rumors around the school so they sounded as if I was the one wrong. The same Michael that made a laughing stock of me with the whole school.

He was the reason why I fell into depression. He was the reason why i started to hate myself, wanted to end my life. He was the reason why I started self harming. He was the reason for allthe pain I had gone through for 3 whole fucking months.

And I hate him. I hate him for everything he's done to me, and put me through.

I glared at him. Inside, I was dying, piece by piece.

'Why the fuck are you back?' I screamed.

He raised an eyebrow, 'Is that the way you welcome your ex-boyfriend to his new college?'

'You mean a rapist and a cheater boyfriend to college. I would gladly welcome that person. Welcome Michael Woods, the rapist, cheater, abuser and the shittiest person alive, welcome to this college.' I sneered.

His eyes darkened. He walked towards. I stepped back as he stepped forward. And soon, I was against the tiled wall.

'Shanaya, you have no fucking idea what I can do to you. Again. I will fucking destroy you. Again. And this time, you won't be able to pick your shit together.' He whispered. I eyes widened and I looked him in the eyes.

'Fuck you.' I said, before pushing him away and running out of the toilets.

I controlled my tears, not wanting to break infront of everyone. I never got emotional in front of everyone, I don't know why. I always let out my feelings alone, in private.

I headed straight for my locker. But as soon as I got there, I saw someone.

Brooklyn was leaning against my locker door, blocking it. As soon as his eyes met mine, he stood up straight and walked towards me. I was frozen to my spot. I didn't know how to react or say. He was obviously going to ask me why I ran out of the canteen like that, but I didn't want to tell him. I couldn't. I didn't want him to get hurt. By Michael. He was dangerous. Michael slipped out of my hands, out of my family's, so the Beckham's were no match for him.

As soon as Brooklyn was standing right in front of me, his hand came to stroke my face.

'What happened.' He stated. It wasn't a question, it was a command. I gulped. I wasn't going to tell him.

'I didn't feel well. Nothing happened.' I said, looking anywhere but his piercing brown eyes. I could lie to anyone and everyone so easily, but him. He had the power of tearing me apart. And I was scared of that.

'Don't give me shit Shanaya. I wanna know the reason.' He said sternly. I let out a shakey breath. I looked up at him, but behind his shoulder. Michael was standing there. Smirking and shaking his head.