Zara Emerson's pov
October 23I sigh, sitting on the bench out of breath as I take off my PE clothes.
Having PE as my first two periods is absolute hell.
"Hey." Someone says from behind me, and it turn around startled, but calm down once I see that it's Eviel or whatever her name was.
"Hi." I say, as she also changes out of her clothes. "I fucking hate coach." She says, taking off her bra.
I immediately turn away from her to not invade her privacy. She let's out a humorless laugh, and I grow confused as I turn around slightly.
"What? You've never seen boobs before?" She asks, and I nod.
"Yes. But... never mind." I take off my shorts, and take my uniform out of my backpack.
I feel someone staring into my side, and I glance at Eviel to find her staring at me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, and she shakes her head but she doesn't turn away.
I then realise that she's looking at my stretchmarks, and I immediately become self conscious.
Now she thinks I'm disgusting, all beacuse I didn't cover them.
I quickly wear my uniform, and I hear her sigh grumbling something under her breath.
"Hey Eviel." Another female voice says, and we both turn around, to be met with a pale skinned girl, with blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.
She has plump light pink lips, that are coated in lip gloss.
She smiles, walking over to Eviel and kissing her on her lips. The tension in the room rises, and I take my backpack getting ready to leave.
"Who is this? And why were you guys in here alone?" She asks, looking at me up and down in disgust.
Eviel sighs taking the girls hand.
"Let's just go. I'll see you later Zara." She says, guiding the girl out of the changing room.
"No you won't." I hear the girl say, before they're fully out of the room.
That was weird.
My mood lifts up, as I realise that I have Oliver's class next. I quickly take my backpack, and head to his class.
"Zara!" A familiar voice yells my name. Confused I turn around, and my shoulders sag when I see who that voice belongs to.
Dahlia.
I turn back around, and continue walking to my class.
"Zara wait!" She says, and I hear her running towards me.
I walk faster, but she stills catches up to me. She places her hand on my shoulder, and turns me around making me roll my eyes.
"What do you want Dahlia?" I ask. "You need to come home today. I'm worried about you." She says, her eyebrows furrowed.
"You want me to go home with you, after you my boyfriend out of the house?!" I exclaim.
"He's older then dad Zara! He's twenty seven years older then you!" Anger fills me, as my fists clench.
"I'm not going home with you! I'm staying with him from now on!" I yell, walking away from her.
"No you're not! The police took him a couple minutes ago!" I stop in my tracks.
The police took him a couple minutes ago.
I run to the class I'm supposed to be at, and my eyes widen as I see another teacher in his place.
He was just there this morning.
I scream, throwing my bag onto the floor and marching over to Dahlia.
"What did you do?!" I yell, throwing my fists at her, hitting the side of her cheek.
"He was ruining your life Zara! I couldn't watch and let it happen!"
"My whole life is now gone just beacuse of you! I hate you!" I scream in her face.
Sobs escape my body, as I fall to the floor.
My life is ruined.
It looks like my breathing is getting shorter by the second, and before I know it my vision turns black.
__I wake up with a headache, and I groan turning onto my side.
I open my eyes, and jump up from the bed I'm on when I realise that its not my house.
I run towards the door, and rough the hallway trying to be quiet, so no one hears me since I litterly got kidnapped.
I heartalking coming from one of the rooms, and I freeze as I stop in my tracks.
"Do you know their names?" A deep male voice asks, and my eyebrows furrow.
Soon after another voice follows.
"I can't remember. But I'm really worried how Zara will react. She really hates me Nic." My sister says.
Rage fills me, as I walk into the room they're in.
"Where the fuck are we Dahlia?! I hope you didn't bring me to one of your fuck buddies house." I say, looking at her up and down in disgust.
Hurt flashes accros her face, but before she can say anything the man she was talking to speaks.
"Who the fuck-" He starts but I cut him off.
"You better shut it." I point my finger at him, and turn back to Dahlia.
"So are you going to answer my question?" I ask, my body filled with rage.
"Can we talk in private?"
I scowl, but nod anyway.
She's stand up, and starts walking somewhere else.
I look back at the man, and roll my eyes at him, before following my sister.
" I tried to go get us some stuff from the house yesterday, since I knew that you wouldn't want to stay there so I got us a hotel. But dad's friends were there, a-and they almost hurt us so I brought us here." She looks down.
I scowl.
"And how the fuck did I get here, without me knowing? Beacuse I know for a fact that if I knew I wouldn't be here right now."
"Y-you fainted at school, so while you were at the nurse I decided to go home." She says, and I scoff.
"Well I'm leaving."
"You're not going anywhere." The man from before says, and I groan turning around.
"Who are you to decide where I go? Your not my dad." I roll my eyes.
"Who said that I want to be stupid alchohol, that abuses his kids? And your staying here as long as your sister stays here." He says, and I scoff.
"Like hell I am. I'm not listening to someone that's build like a frog." I cross my arms.
His eyebrows furrow.
"I am not build like a frog. Where the fuck did that come from?" He crosses his arms too.
"Yeah you are. Actually-" Dahlia cuts me off.
"Let's just go unpackyour stuff okay? Then I'll get you something to eat." She says, and I grunt.
She takes my hand, and leads me back the the stairway I came from.
I look behind me, to find the man scowling at me. I send him the middle finger, and turn back around, following behind Dahlia.
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