Beggin'

Chapter 7

(Warning! Violent Bullying, fighting, guns etc.)

Draco Malfoy

It was ridiculous really that the girl hung out with that loser all day. Said loser now has his arm slung over her shoulder, well not for long because in about five minutes he won't have an arm. She was our target, our whole mission. And no one was going to get in the way, especially not some filthy muggle who reeked of axe body spray and spearmint gum.

I tried to hide my smirk when she turned around, caught my eye, and then began to walk away from us. Well she better get use to my pretty face, because we're after her and we won't stop until we have her.

Clara

I could feel his eyes on me. While the other two were trying to hide the fact that they were smoking in class, the blonde one was watching me non-stop. It was getting creepy and made a shiver slide down my spine.

Ethan, noticing me shiver, slung an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close as we listened to Mr. Darvey's ongoing speech. It was like my own personal hell, yet I knew that things could get worse, way worse. Willing the clock to move faster, I cursed the block schedule I usually loved.

Not being able to take it anymore, I raised my hand.

"Excuse me, Mr. Darvey? I'm sorry for my interruption but can I please go to the bathroom?" I asked, making sure to be extra polite so he couldn't refuse.

And just like that I could finally breathe out in the hallway, the boys all straightening as they saw me leave the classroom but I couldn't find it in me to care anymore. I was free from them. I was out.

I slowed my steps to a stroll as I meandered through the empty hallways, fiddling with Mr. Darvey's bathroom pass which was a stretchy bracelet with a few charms and a mini, plastic sign that read "BATHROOM PASS". It was very straight forward, just like Mr. Darvey.

I took my time walking to the bathroom, and then took a little more time to wash my hands, check my bruises, and just calm down a tad before I began the long trek back to the classroom. Since I decided to go to the far bathroom instead I had to find my way through the twists and turns, stopping a few minutes at my locker.

That's when it happened.

I had been checking my phone, scrolling through my notifications, when all of a sudden someone slammed my head into the lockers, causing me to drop my phone. I could barely take a breath and turn to who had done that, due to the world now doing cartwheels, when my head got slammed again. Until I was pushed up against the lockers, shaking, as I looked into the eyes of  Ben.

Ben was the smartest kid in the school, in our grade, until I eventually surpassed him mid junior year. After that he got stuck in the wrong crowd, started taking drugs, going to parties, skipping school. He lost everything when he got expelled. And didn't he know it.

I was in a daze of confusion and probably a concussion when I realized exactly why he would be attacking me in the middle of an empty hallway that he shouldn't even be in. This summer, only a week after we got out of school, I got a text from an unknown number. The text basically said how I wasn't anyone special, that I was dumb, and that they were coming after me for ruining their life. It had to have been Ben.

"Ben," I croaked, "why are you doing this? What have I done to you?"

His eyes were rimmed with red, and white powdered covered his nose, telling me he had just taken something. Something that could make him possibly dangerous.

"Don't give me that shit, Clara. You ruined my life, you turned me into this," he kept his voice a low whisper, and clenched his hands into fists to hide his shaking fingers.

"I didn't do anything, I-"

I swallow a scream when he takes out a gun and points it at my head.

"Don't try to deny it, you did this on purpose. But that's okay, I'll forgive you once I get you back. Once I ruin you the way you ruined me."

He had a crazed look in his eyes and he could barely hold his weapon straight, a euphoric grin on his dirty face.

Just as his hands reach for me, a fist slams into his face, knocking him out cold and causing him to drop his weapon.

When I go to thank whoever saved me I look up to find the three boys and Mr. Riddle. All surrounding me. All angry and handsome. All focused on me.

I look at Ben's body and back at them and then back at the gun on the floor. I'm going to die.

I sink to the floor, back against the lockers, as I curl up into a ball. Exhaustion settling in. His words cutting deep scars, his actions cutting even deeper. As deep as a bullet.

Mr. Riddle picks up the gun, his movements calculated and precise, so unlike Ben's frantic shaking and drug adrenaline.

Mattheo's face curls into disgust at the sight of unconscious Ben and kicks him in the stomach while the boy light brown hair stomps on his hand.

The blonde one's standing next to me, I hadn't even seen him move, and he crouches down beside me. When he lifts a hand I flinch and bury my face into my arms.

"Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me..."

I couldn't stop as I thought of the bruises on my neck, the gun on my head, what would the taste of the bullet felt like?

"Please, don't hurt me. I'm already in pain," I whispered, my voice is low and emotionless. Sleepiness making it hard to be afraid as I turn my head to the side to look into his beautifully cruel eyes. His face full of emotions that I couldn't read as he reaches out yet again and picks me up in his arms bridal style.

"Where are we going? I have to...I have...class...I can't..." my voice slows as my eyelids droop. A wave of safety and warmth engulfing me as drowsiness steals my words.

"Thank you," I manage to whisper as I feel his hands brush away the hair from my face.

"Don't thank me, save your energy to hate me," his voice is cold and I could barely detect hints of regret and guilt in his words before I pass out for good.

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