Bullies//5sos

chapter 3

My legs begin to weaken.

My eye sight blurring, from the tears.

Why does this have to happen to me?

I was caught off guard, by someone bumping straight into me, my fragile body crashing on the hard floor.

"I'm sorry." I quickly scramble out, helping the brunette girl who's also laying hard on the floor.

"It's okay." She replies, taking my food covered hand.

"Sorry, I'm covered in food." I say through a small forced chuckle.

"Is it bad if I asked what happened?" This girls different, she isn't one of those girls who are stuck up. Those girls who only think about themselves. This girl is surprisingly nice.

"It's fine." I mumble.

"So what happened?" She asked anxiously.

"I was bullied by this guy named Luke." I hesitantly answer.

She looks at me with her big eyes, it's embarrassing, knowing that I'm covered in cake.

"Don't worry, I know he's a huge dick." She says through a huge chuckle.

"I really have to go home and get changed, I'm covered in food and sticky liquids." I apologize.

"That's fine. Oh wait, can I have your number?" She asks.

"Sure." And without any hesitation, I give her my number.

"I'm Ella, by the way."

"I'm Kendra." I say through a real smile, because almost every smile I give, are fake ones.

I guess I forgot how to smile over the past year.

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I'm prepared to walk in and run into my room, not wanting my auntie and uncle to shout at me.

I quickly unlock the front door, making sure I'm holding onto my bag. Ready to run.

Before I could reach the wooden stairs, someone pulls me back.

"Why'd you skip school?" My uncle shouts at me.

"I had a bit of an accident." I shakily answer back.

"We pay for your tuition, and all you do is skip school. You've already skipped a year of high school. Pathetic child." He basically spits in my face, pushing me to the ground.

"I'm sorry."

"You're parents would be so disappointed in you, but oh well their dead. Now we're in charge of you." He shouts louder than normal, he says it so close to my face, that I can smell the alcohol in his breath.

Great he's drunk. Who knows what he'll do to me.

"I'm sorry." But it's true, my parents would be so disappointed in me. It's my second day and I'm already skipping school.

"You miserable bitch." He shouts, making it echo in the area.

He then comes rushing over to me, kicking me hard in the stomach. I let out a huge grunt, whimpering in pain. His fist colliding with my cheek, feeling blood slowly make its way down my face.

"Please stop." I sob out.

"Don't tell me what to do." He howled.

He goes back to kicking me, slapping me continuously.

I finally find all the energy left in me and get up, trying my best to run in my room.

"Go on kill yourself." He shouts, stopping at the end of the stairs.