"If you truly wish to be with me, know this..." He whispers into the darkness while holding me, "I will control you, command you and tell you what to do." I remember how my eyes burst wide open and I tried to pull free. I completely freaked out. Who...
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The three last classes were the athletics classes I had mentioned in the morning to Aron. Our class was separated so girls could hang together and boys on their own. I barely had been paying attention to my classmates and I was quite happy to find out the pony games are no longer a thing they do. Girls were meant to play some floorball which is as far as I know only really popular or known in Scandinavia or in the Northern European countries. I was appointed as a goalie which I rather enjoyed, I was fast and I did not need to run around like a mad person after the ball. What made the class rather awkward was the fact that the room we used was open to the public and thus we ended up having an audience more often than not.
I saw Aron and his classmates arrive to see us play which made me super nervous. My bullies were on the opposite team and I tried my best to hold the goal empty. I had been successful that far and I was quite proud of how I had done until my bullies decided to play dirty.
The two girls were not aiming for the goal anymore, they started to aim at me. Me in general, it did not matter to them where they hit me as long as they did get a hit. I managed quite a few times to block the ball with the stick until it hit me in the head. Hard right above my eyebrow. The force of the hit drops me off from my knees onto my butt.
The damn ball had cut my forehead open and I was bleeding all over the floor.
"Ew, go and clean yourself up slut." The other bully says. Teacher blows a whistle and tells the other team to settle in and leave our side of the field, leaving me with my teammates who crowd around me. The boys have been sitting silently. No one said a thing. Not until I lift my head and they see the damage. Aron rushes to the field and the rest of the boys stand up with an uproar. I can't quite make out what they are shouting but I am determined to finish the game and before Aron can get to me I have gone to the girl's changing room to clean up.
Aron is standing outside the door when I step out, but does not say anything. He can see I have business to finish and he rejoins his classmates. The teacher is asking if I am good to continue and I turn to the bullies,
"Let's play." They look a little confused and then shrug their shoulders like they wouldn't care. The teacher let the game go for a while, but whistled it off eventually when I got another hit in the head. I remember the boys shouted, a lot, but I can't for the life of me remember what as I was seeing stars from possible concussion.
At the end of the class the teacher gave some sort of speech and watched the bullies all that time. They knew now that they had been figured out. They were stupid to even think they could get away with it under so many watchful eyes. The teacher was no doubt going to mention their names in the teacher's lounge. They managed to look embarrassed but it made no difference to me. My head was aching, my eyebrow had swollen up and everyone wanted to see it.
Aron waited for me as the boys wanted to say how brutal girls can be and how they had seen them aiming straight at me. Even the teacher stopped by and asked if I wanted to see the school nurse. Which I didn't.
