Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)

chapter 5: shattered dreams

Bullies. People who make fun of or harm those seen as weaker than them. There are usually two reasons for this; either they simply enjoy to cause harm for fun or they have their own issues that they don't know how to deal with so they pick on others instead. 

It is said that every place you go there will be a bully. I agree with that statement as I have personally lived it. Every single school I have been to I have been bullied, so why did I think here was going to be different? Truthfully I'm unsure why I did, but the people standing in front of me proved me wrong.

"I can't be bothered with your bullying" I rolled my eyes, trying to get to class but that was soon to be learnt as a mistake. I was pulled back by my clothes, making me glare at them. I really couldn't be bothered and I wanted to get to class in time. Being late to class was not a reputation I wanted to start, college actually meant something to me so I wanted to withhold a good reputation here. 

"Clearly you don't know the rules new girl" who did she think she was? Some American high school bully clearly. We were in England not some American movie she needed to chill. Next to her stood, who I expected was her boyfriend and best friend. The boy seemed to be smirking, taking as much fun out of the situation as the main bully but the girl was looking anywhere but at as, like she wished she could be elsewhere. 

"I don't know if your as dumb as you look but if you read the map we're clearly in England not America" I was trying to show my confidence, but truthfully I was the complete opposite.

Luckily though, my plan worked and by her shock she let me go for a moment allowing me to make a run for it.

Before she could process what had happened I walked into class like none of it did. 

Much to my dismay the girl that was staring into the distance walked in after me, making me realise I was gonna have to suffer lessons with her too. Thank you god, definitely needed this. I rolled my eyes before focusing on the teacher and trying to pay attention to every word they said, having no room to make any mistakes and fail.

I had every other hope and dream I ever had shattered by my father. Supposedly parents are to encourage your dreams no matter how stupid they seem, mine did the opposite, my adopted mum didn't care to listen and my adopted dad would mention how each was impossible for me to achieve. Half of them were more than possible, but my motivation had already been shattered enough that I didn't care anymore.

In my fathers words I wasn't skinny enough to become a model, I sounded like a screeching cat when I sang and I didn't start early enough to become a dancer, although little to his knowledge I started dance when I was 5 with my first foster family. 

At least he was right about one of them though, my singing voice really wasn't great even after taking choir for more than a year, at least due to it I was now able to have my words clearer. Before I mumbled all of my words, now I only mumbled some of them.

"And Allia" the teacher seemed to be putting everyone into groups for working on projects. 

Oh hell no. Apparently she thought it was a great idea to put me in a group with the new founded bully. Great.

The girl's name was apparently Olivia, well that totally wasn't ironic seeing as one of my old bullies had the same name. Lesson learnt, never trust a girl named Olivia.

At least other than being mocked, the lesson went by pretty well and quickly too.

Soon enough it was lunch time and I went to a table to sit by myself, only issue with being the new girl was I didn't have any friends yet to sit with. It was one of the things that made me miss the others, if they were here they would make sure I wouldn't be alone, not even the thought  would cross my mind if they were here.

"Want some company?" I heard someone ask and looked up to see a girl that looked like she had just walked out of the cover of an art magazine. Her red hair was cut in a way that each part was a different length and her eyes were a pretty crystal green. She seemed just an inch below my height which would make her about 5'6, possibly taller and all of her other features were clearly defined. She was wearing a purple top, a crystal necklace and some blue dungarees.

"Ignore the state I'm in, I was just in art class" she laughed softly as she gestured to her outfit which was covered in paint. "I'm Jade"

"Allia" I answered, "and some company actually sounds really nice" 

For the rest of lunch she told me about herself, at first being worried that she was talking too much but I thought the opposite. It was nice knowing about others instead of myself. I already had so much in my mind, so many negative thoughts, that hearing someone else's voice was comforting.

She was an art and photography student, her parents had died when she was only 8, so it was just her and her brother and she was a raging lesbian. It was funny how much you could learn about someone in only an hour. 

With everything she had told me I just knew I had to become her friend. It was like she had come out of a book of perfection. 

The rest of the day sped past faster than I could blink. But now that I was in this situation I couldn't help but wish that it hadn't. 

"Try standing up to me again or running away and it'll be much worst than this understood?" I could only whimper in response to my bullies words. 

I was covered in cuts and forming bruises from head to toe, yet the only thing I could think of was how I was gonna hide this from the others. 

Only one solution came across my mind. It was a road I didn't want to take but did I have any choice in the matter?

I had given in to the solution and was now standing outside of my best friends house, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions but knowing deep down that out of worry they would. 

"Allia what the hell happened?!" Shaun exclaimed when seeing the state of me.

"I guess I had it coming standing up to them" I tried to laugh but instead ended up wincing at the pain the slight movement caused.

"Masky grab the med kit and Flora put on the kettle for me will ya?" you could hear the worry in Shaun's voice. This was the exact reason I didn't want to give in to this solution, but with no other choice I had to.

I tried to resist against Shaun's care but they instantly made me stop resisting at the facts that I needed someone to look after me whether I liked it or not. 

By the time they had made me a cup of tea, stitched and cleaned my wounds and made me have a meal that they were making, it was already half past ten and I started to worry about what the others would think.

"I had Flora send them a message" Shaun reassured me. 

"How-" I was instantly cut of by his shake of a head, usuring me to be quiet. 

I didn't know how they had gotten their number but I trusted them with my life, so I wouldn't protest against it.

"Rest" were the simple words I was told before I let the darkness consume me once again.