𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 （𝒜 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓊）

Chapter thirteen : I don't know my own strength

A/N: We're sticking with the updates as of right now, this capital directly follows the previous one. As mentioned this chapter contains mentions of rape, self harm, suicidal thoughts, and abuse you have been warned.

.....

Her ears seemed to ring along with the bell, her body left on the gray title floors yet again, her neck covered with purplish blue bruises. "I'll fucking kill you." the words echoed through her mind, terror overcome her, she wanted to stand up and run until she collapsed on the sidewalk somewhere, but her body seemed frozen in place. Lucy had little doubt that Pierson was bluffing, not after he nearly killed her the first time, and the Macgrady family had a way of making sure their reputation remained clean, she wondered if his cop uncle would even make sure that he never got arrested for taking her life. At some point or another she managed to force herself off the tile floor where instead she ran to the nearest bathroom before locking herself behind the stall door.

She couldn't breathe again, her throat seemed to tighten as though her throat collapsing. Her body collapsing against the toilet as she began to sob, her nails scratching at her flesh as though she tried to tear away the layer of skin in which his filthy hands touched. She didn't want to leave the stall, she knew she couldn't go to class now, not as everyone pointed out the bruises on her throat. She knew soon enough someone would see her and she'd have to go to the nurses office where they could proceed to call the principal who would do absolutely nothing but send her home and tell her to keep some ice on it. She didn't want her dad asking again, finding more reasons that she was just a fuck up, she couldn't handle stressing out Tim or her friends anymore, maybe she would be better off dead after all.

Her therapist told her that she should call a hotline if she felt this way, if she felt as though she would be better off dead, but she didn't understand how Lucy felt, not when she'd been violated, destroyed, and forever scarred, how was she suppose to go on with her life anyway? Was she suppose to look forward to prom, and graduation, and dream about kissing Tim when everyone knew what happened to her, everyone knew she was a victim or liar whichever word used to describe her now. At some point in which she had no idea how long she'd been in that stall she heard the door open, and moments later she heard the soft knock on her door. She wiped desperately at her eyes trying not to look as much as a mess as she was when she stepped out of the stall. "Sorry." she muttered keeping her head down as she walked towards the sink. She caught a sight of the blonde hair of the girl who was dressed in a pale blue sweeter and plaid skirt, yet desperately she tried to avoid eye contact. Don't ask, please don't ask..

Nothing happened the way Lucy wanted these days, because the girl merely seemed to stop dead in her tracks noticing the bruises on her next so visible in the reflection of the dark hair girl who's eyes remained red and glassy, her throat purple, blood on her nails from digging her hands into her wrists until the drew blood. It wasn't until she looked up at the girl's face did she recognize the older blonde girl. Tim's ex girlfriend Isobel seemed horrified by the sight of her throat. "Oh honey what happened?" she asked so sweetly, Isobel was a senior a grade above Tim yet they dated for eight months before they broke up for some unknown reason. "Nothing, I'm okay." she muttered, but tears still streamed so heavily down her red cheeks. Truth be told Lucy had no idea how long she'd been here for, how many hours she spent in that stall reliving every moment as she sobs and broke down, and now? Well now she was so exhausted she could barely keep her swollen eyes open.

The blonde girl's hands for some reason was touching Lucy's face, gently raising up her chin to look at her throat, and almost she panicked by the directivity of her, she didn't seem to let down no matter her insisting she was okay. Gasps feel from her lips as Isobel seemed to inspect the bruise on her neck. "That's not nothing, in fact that's a pretty bad bruise." she stated as though she hadn't known it was bad as tightly as Pierson's hands squeezed her throat. "What's your name?" The blue eyed woman asked still investigating her neck more than trained nurses. "Lucy." she whispered purposely leaving out her last name as to not be associated with her father, it was bad enough she was the girl Pierson raped in the school hallway, or that slut who is trying to ruin his life. "Genny friend right? I'm Isobel." she says as though Lucy didn't recognize the girl who Tim dated for eight months, the girl whom Lucy so desperately wished she was more like Freshman year.