Ballad Of A Homeschooled Girl

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tw: psychical bullying

a/n: chapter takes place before y/n met jd

y/n's pov:

veronica got recruited into the heathers, just great. my sister is now a bitch. i walked through the hallways trying to steer clear of anyone's way but the bell rang and i was still getting my books. then of a sudden i was slammed into the locker. it was heather chandler, shoving against the locker as usual. veronica and heather mcanamra stare sadly not doing anything. useless. heather was holding a croquet mallet, why? "isn't it a bit early for croquet?" i asked sarcastically and she scowled "shut up" chandler said to me like i was a lap dog. duke all of a sudden pinned my against the wall with her green croquet mallet. veronica looked a bit scared, she's my sister. my older one in fact and all she could to is there and watch. 

what the fuck! heather chandler smirked and raised her red croquet mallet, then i felt it. a hit over the head from the mallet. i stumbled in pain but i couldn't fall since duke held me up by pinning me against the locker. then another hit, im sure i was bleeding. i felt something running down my face and head, probably blood. it took me a minute to compose myself but when i did i kicked heather duke in-bewteen the legs. she fell to the floor, dropping the mallet. "goddamn it heather! can't you do anything right!?" heather chandler yelled and i picked up the mallet and hit chandler in the head.

 she fell to the floor and i ran, i didn't make it too far before i was blocked off by kurt and ram. fuck. they grabbed my arms and i hit kurt over the head with the mallet but ram was able to get the mallet out of my hand and i fell by the jolt he tugged getting the mallet back. as he approached me while i was on the ground i took the moment to kick him in the dick. i got up and ran. i kept running, i hit and dead end. kurt and ram were chasing after me. finally they stopped and grabbed me, i struggled to get away but was brought back to heather. kurt and ram held me by the arms, my knees on the floor. heather grabbed back her croquet mallet and hit me over the head again. i couldn't breather for a second and then duke hit me over the head with her mallet. a coughed up blood. then she hit me in the back, i puked up blood. how could veronica just stand there? shes supposed to protect me. kurt wanted to get out on the action and broke my arm, i screamed so loud but no one heard a thing. ram wanted some action too so he pushed me to the ground, kurt held me by the arms and ram starting finger me, i didn't want that.

 i kicked and screamed, duke made me bite onto the mallet so i would shut up and chandler and duke held my legs so i wouldn't kick ram while he was assaulting me. heather mcnamara ran away by this point and veronica ran along with her. finally ram was done fingering me and duke grabbed her mallet back, i was laid there not able to move. heather stood up from me, in the blinding school light. i could see the stupid smirk on her face. "so step into my candy store, its my candy store, its my candy, its my candy store, its my candy, its my candy store, its my candy store" heather sang as she raised her mallet. "its my candy store!" she finally shouted with her mallet raised then she swung it and it went black. i woke up in my bedroom, staring at my ceiling before i sat up. i was veronica sitting at my desk, looking sad. im the one who should be sad. "get the fuck out of my room!" i yelled at her and i guess i startled her "oh you're awake" she said relived "get out" was all i said to her. 

she frowned, "mom and dad are worried about you" veronica said switching the subject "why are you in my room?" i asked angrily. "im worried about you, you were nearly hospitalized" veronica said, oh my fucking god. "yeah cause you were too much of a pussy to stop me from near being beaten to death!" i shouted at veronica, i didn't care if i was sore, she deserved to know how i felt. "im sorry, i froze. i protect you then im the one getting hunted down in study hall. but if i don't then you get hurt" veronica said sadly. i didn't care about her excuses. "bullshit! i hate you! you're not my sister! not anymore! you're a mean girl! you're a bitch!" i yelled at her and i saw tears well up in her eyes but i couldn't care less

 "you think everybody is in love you when everybody actually hates you! you think your shit don't stink! you think the rest of us are dumb! i hate heathers guts but here's what you don't comprehend, at least heather has the guts to not pretend to love me!" veronica stood there quietly before speaking. "y/n..." i didn't wanna hear it. "lots a sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know! or pushing people down to get you wear you wanna go! but no amount of dresses gives you dignity!" veroinca stood there shocked "y/n i swear i wanted to help but-" i cut her off "if you wanted to you would have but no you didn't you're useless, you're a bitch, you're a liar. now leave!" veronica just nodded and left.


veronica's pov:

i didn't know what to do, i try to stop it than im the next target. but if i don't than y/n hates me. so i just ran with heather. i couldn't stand it anymore, i did what i could think of. i ran to ms fleming and she was able to get her to the nurse. i took her home, i couldn't stand to see my little sister so hurt. i got her up and too her bed, i decided to just wait until she wakes up. it was a few hours later before she did. i didn't notice at first but than she shouted "get the fuck out of my room!" that startled me but i felt relieved that she was awake but she didn't look happy. i don't blame her, "oh you're awake" was what i said to her "get out" was what she said back so i just frowned. "mom and dad are worried about you" i said changing the subject to make y/n less stressed, lets just say it didn't work. it was a insult from her after insult, i don't blame her. im a terrible person but i believe there is good in everyone but not chandler. she screamed "get out" at me for a millionth time and this time i listened. i left sadly. how could i do this to my own little sister? she doesn't deserve this, i do.

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