A Delinquent School? Seriously Dudes? But I'm a wolf...

Chapter Seven- Electric Shocks;

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Chapter Seven- Electric Shocks;

Urgh! My head fuckin kills! Whoa what even happened to me? I pulled myself into a sitting position, my head pounding and body screaming at me to lie back down.

I felt myself gag as memories of before overtook my body. I legged it to the toilet but it was too far away, so I threw up in the shower. Ew. Gross man.

I pulled myself away from the shower. Why the fuckk did Nate do that to me? And why the hell didnt he kill me?! Maybe he thought I was already dead. What a psycho!

I glanced in the mirror, taking in my bloated red face.  I look like shitt. Okay. I look worse than shitt. Well yeah crying and screaming does that to ya. And that’s without the lack of oxygen part!

My eyes quickly skipped down to my neck. But instead of the pink scar I was expecting to see, there was a large piece of thick, white fabric taped securely over my neck where Nate had stabbed me. What the? Okay now I’m even more fuckin confused! I peeled the fabric off, wincing as the tape pulled the hairs out of my skin.

I flinched at the dark pink scar that was running down the side of my neck. I’m. Gonna. Kill. That. Bastardd. I splashed some water over my face before heading back to my bed. I don’t think this is the best time to smash Nates face in. Maybe once I’ve had a little sit down. Yeah. Sit down.

Then smash Nates face in.

Then make sure he can never have kids.

And then call the warden.

Sounds good to me.

As I sat down on my bed, praying that the scar would be gone by nightfall, my eyes flicked to the small bedside table. I never paid much notice to the table, only even glancing at it to turn off the lamp.

But now it was different. There was something else on the table.

I picked the envelope up, saying my name as I read the Robbi that was scribbled on the front and ripped it open, causing a small piece of metal to fall into the palm of my hand, as well as a note. Not weird at all...

Robbi,

I know you hate me. But before you go to try to beat the crap outta me (as if you ever could) Or before you go report me to the warden;

Talk to Alex.

I’m not writing this to whine to you bout how I regret what I did last night.

Cause I don’t.

I did what had to be done.

But girl, go talk to Alex. Please.

 

Nate.

Ps. you owe me big, girl.

 

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I owe him big? Yeah coz it aint like he just stabbed me in the neck or anything! Aint like he tried to kill me just last night! Yeah but I owe him big! He is an actual nutter. Oh god.

I re-read the letter, over and over again, trying to decide what to do.

Well, I guess I have to go talk to Alex. Urgh! I’d much rather beat that bastardss face in while I can. But I spose I should talk to Alex. For her though. Not for him.