Baby Clifford

Breaking

This is a really long chapter and may be triggering

*Imagine the song "Missing You" by All Time low*

*The day Melody goes back to school*

*Melody's POV*

Passing Time: The worse part of the day, even the morning, speaking of which, my dad left this morning on tour.

"Hey, Melody." Hannah Larson said too sweetly while grabbing my shoulders. I pushed her on the nearest locker, "Don't fucking talk or touch me anymore." I growled and pushed her again and took more steps to class. "Aww, is widdle Mewody upset because her daddy weft today?" She babied voice to me.

That does it.

I slammed my books to the ground, not caring about them and stomped to my first and worst foe since Pre-K. I have no idea how my cousins are friends with her.

I grabbed her arms and dug my nails in them and pushed her hard on the locker, her upper arms bleeding. "Is that all you got?" She teased. I swung my hand back and hit her nose once and it was bleeding, practically gushing. I punched her gut many of delightful times. I then punched her in the cheeks. I continued to hit her gut and stomach.

I didn't even say a word during it as she cried out. I felt arms trying to pull me off, their voices were talking to me, but I was in my high, so I couldn't understand them. I grabbed a hold of her perfect blonde hair and pulled on it hard enough to make some of them come out of her skull. I wasn't done. I pulled her head down and swung it into the locker. That was the loudest of her cries. I laughed at her. I let go of her hair and she dropped to the floor. "Feel what's it's like bitch." I spat and it landed in her hair before kicking her in the gut.

"MISS MELODY CLIFFORD! DEAN'S OFFICE NOW!" I heard Mr. Curran yell. I didn't even look back or say anything, I just went. I got glares from everyone, including my cousins.

"That bitch deserves it. Plus, I'm your cousin, don't look at me like that. You let me suffer, just because I'm the oldest, doesn't mean I don't need help. Plus, look at the shit she'd done or planned for me in the past. You sat back and watched it happen, thanks for being a great family." I snarled at all of them before continuing my journey without even looking at their reactions.

"What are you doing down here Ms. Clifford?" Mrs. Gale, the receptionist, asked. "I came to see Mr. Brown. Is he free?" I asked. "Yes, I believe so." She said and I went into the office.

I took a seat in the plush armchair looking at my dean. "Well Ms. Melody what is it?" He asked. "I beat the crap out of Hannah Larson and her family is probably going to sue me. To put it in detail, she or one of her friends have been planning all of the violent things that have happened to me, such as tying me to poles in the hallways, telling me to kill myself numerous ways when they grade my papers, duck tape me to a toilet in the boys' bathroom, taking gym clothing, etc. If you want to look at my papers that people have graded, you can look." I explained.

"I just hit my breaking point. My dad is leaving or have left for tour, all that crap, and something about the way she grabbed my shoulders and made a rude comment, and just broke the point, but I am not sorry." I explained my reasoning. He put his face in his hands as the ambulance sirens went off. "Bring me this proof and I won't expel you." He mumbled. "Thank you." I breathed and exited the office.