Painfully yours

Monsters

Running, once my source of joy and freedom, now became a painful reminder of the relentless bullying I endured for months. The mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine, triggering a mix of anxiety and fear. He knew how to turn things I loved into things I dread. Xavier , my tormenter had punished me to run 10 rounds of the football field, as the school head. I was a year younger to him .

He was a great son to his mother and an emerging entrepreneur and the dear heir to his father. His father also owned not just the school we studied in , but the whole chain of companies that operated the most high end luxury malls , school and hotels, most of Zurich's land , commercial , residential and farm lands. He was the non ruling king of Zurich. His father knew my father . They were close friends , business partners , travel partners. Our families went to all the worldly events together , launch events, private boutique events , fashion shows , charities , everything mostly . His father was also aware of what he did to me. Yet he always chose to smile at me as if he knew nothing.

Yes ,I had to go along to all the events at most times.
Yes ,Xavier would torment me all through the days infront of everyone , although my parents couldn't see it. No body could see it, well except me, his parents and Ariana. They thought Xavier was the most caring and affectionate towards me .I kept it that way . Xavier had made it clear that if I were to ever tell my mom whats happening . He would ruin my life. Yes he had the ability to ruin it . I believed him . He could ruin me , my future, my hopes and dreams. He was a touch of a button away from snatching everything and pushing me in the hands of death.

On that unfateful day, the sun beat down relentlessly, intensifying the physical and mental burden that lay ahead. My heart raced, matching the beat of my heavy breathing. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and tears trickling down my face, a visual testament to my nervousness that consumed Xavier.

As the whistle pierced the air, the punishment continued. Every step felt like a weighty burden, as if the ground itself conspired against me. The once familiar paths now seemed endless, stretching out before me like an unforgiving horizon. My legs ached, protesting with every stride, as if pleading for respite from this torturous ordeal.

With each passing moment, my breathing grew labored, as if my lungs were gasping for air, struggling to keep up with the demanding pace. My heart pounded in my chest, a constant reminder of the physical exertion I endured. But it wasn't just the physical pain that haunted me; the mental exhaustion from enduring months of bullying added an extra layer of resilience .

As I pushed through the pain, the weight of the punishment seemed to intensify , even though running became a cathartic release, a way to channel my frustrations and reclaim a sense of empowerment. The sweat that drenched my body was a symbol of defeat, because I knew these 10 rounds were not the end. They were the beginning of something horrid.

Xavier would punish me in such ways that made sure I wouldn't run away if I wanted to. I couldn't fight back if I wanted to . I would be too exhausted to rebel his tortures. He made me weak and miserable .

I stopped running a few meters ago because I couldn't take it anymore. My legs felt like they would give up any minute. I walked regaining my breath and I walked to where Xavier stood.

I lightly heaved as I finally fell down on my knees right then and there . My hands supported my now trembling body and I looked up at Xavier in hopes for a water bottle. " I can't go on..." I breathed out.

"You took 8 . rounds ." Xavier said stuffing his hands inside his beige school trouser pockets. Searching for a hint of mercy, I looked in his eyes .

If he weren't so cruel , a part of me would agree he was charismatic. Light brown eyes that often turned dark. Beautifully built body that gave mine , an excruciating amount of pain . Beautiful pink plum lips that have made mine bleed. Long chiseled nose that has breathed down my neck in my nightmares. Slender fingers that have almost broken mine. One minute he would shower me with kisses and next second he would have my throat in a grip .Even though he had contradictory behaviour most of the time. Most of it was hate for me.