I'm free

Chapter 8

I want you guys to play the song at the side. It'll describe this chapter

          After the final bell rings, I gather my stuff up and head out to my locker. The world spins around me but I shake it off and reach my locker. I place the combination code in and open the locker door. I place my stuff inside and slammed the locker door shut. I started walking towards the direction of the exit of the school.

            My head spins and vision blur, before I knew it, arms snaked around my waist and I was found on someone's chest. As my cheek pressed against this person's chest, I realized he was a guy. No boobs. Once I regain my vision, I look up to see... Adam. My savior earlier today and... now.

            I feel heat rise up to my cheeks and I look at the floor. The tiles looked so interesting. I muttered a "thank you" and went back to my journey towards the exit. A hand snakes around my wrist and pulls me back. Startled, I jump in surprise. I face Adam and he looks away, a blush creeping up its way to his face.

            "We should go to the infirmary..." he mumbles, looking down.

            I smile a little bit, "thank you, but I'm okay."

            "Let's... just go," he stutters, "I can even call your brother, if you want."

            I shake my head and smile, "There's no need for that, and I'm going to be okay."

            He sighs because of my stubbornness and nods his head, "that's twice today though."

            I wince at the thought of darkness consuming me just about a few seconds ago.

            "Yeah..."

            "What happened?"

            I look up to him with a confused face, "what do you mean?"

            "I mean, why do you keep fainting?"

            I ponder over the thought, "I had flu a few days ago and I still feel a little bit sick, but I'm getting there."

            He nods and looks down. I see him smile and shake his head. He chuckles and, again, I look at him confused.

            "What's funny?" I ask him.

            Chuckling, he answers, "nothing, it's just that, I thought about how I wanted to get to know you today and this is how we met. Always on accidents."

            I laugh at that. "That's true. We first met each other by bumping into each other and now... because of me fainting."

            "I'm happy though," he suddenly blurts out, "not that you're sick, but that I could be your savior for today, and maybe every day after."

            I smile at that. Blush crept up to my cheeks and he chuckles.

            "Anyway, I have to go, but my offer still stands, do you still not want to go to the infirmary? Just to be sure?" he asks, his voice full of concern that I actually have to look up and check his face if ever he was just acting concerned.

            He's not.

            I shake my head and smile, "That won't be necessary."

            "If you say so..."

            "I do."

            He smiles, "Maybe we could hang out sometimes? Out for coffee or something...?"

            "I'd love to!"

            He asks for my number and I give it to him. He sends me a message saying, "Hey, this is Adam." I save his number and he said, "I'll just send you a message on when and where we'll meet for that coffee."

            We both wave good bye and he walks to the opposite direction. I walk towards the exit to see my brother with his friends, beside our car. I walk over to him and greet his friends. We all pile up in the car and drive towards the house.

            Once we arrive, we all got out of the car and I stood by the porch of the house. I walked in after everyone does. My brother stood beside me and asks, "Are you okay?"

            I nod my head and walked in ahead. I walk up the stairs and headed up to my room. I started working on my homework once I finished changing into a pair of sweats and a plain gray hoodie, wearing my hair up in a bun.

            After hours of working on my homework, I dove on my bed and snuggled up with my blankets. I stare up the ceiling and thought about Adam. No, I don't like him but I know that I might. He's unpredictable and mysterious but that's probably because I don't know him yet.

            Then I just sat there thinking about my life. What has happened, what has been going on lately, and to tell you this, I once actually had a lot of friends. Those were the days where I knew I truly belonged. I was naïve to think that they became friends with me because they wanted to. But, no. They became friends with me because of my brother.

            They started spreading rumors about how I sleep with my own brother and nude - photo shopped, might I add - pictures of me spread like wildfire. Two people stayed.

            Nicole and Meghan.

            Believe it or not, we were actually best friends. I started pouring myself out to them. I trusted them. I believed in them. I supported them. Life went downhill after that. I thought about how my dad slept with another woman in the exact same period my life in school became hell. It still is.

            Meghan turned her back against me and betrayed me a year after. Soon... Nicole followed. They used me. Since my brother was friends with a lot of guys (I mean, obviously), I became friends with them as well. Sooner or later, they all became my best friends. Turns out, Meghan and Nicole were all after one thing, my brother and his friends.

            Yes, Meghan did trick Nicole into thinking that I was going to use her, or was already using her but I never did. It was the other way around.

            I was used.

            I was betrayed.

            I was beaten.

            I was... dead.

            Life was excruciatingly hard. Because of the rumors they had spread, I was bullied - and, unfortunately, still am -, I was abused. Verbally and physically.

            Some guys would hold grudges against my brother because, "he got all the hot ladies and none of them went to us." And apparently, I had to be the one who bares all the pain that my brother was supposed to feel because I was his little sister.

            I never told my brother anything and I was grateful that it was me instead of him. I'd never let anyone know that I actually take beatings for the sake of their own safety. They never knew that girls went up to me and told me that I was a "bitch" and a "slut" for hanging out with my brother's best friends. I never knew that was such a crime now, to hang out with guys.

            I was in pain and I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout but I felt trapped. All trapped inside. I wanted it to all go away. The stares, the glares... everything!

            I wanted to be free!

            I never tell anyone how I feel because I know it will burden them.

            I know they'll just leave, like everyone does.

            As I think about all these things, I notice that my cheeks are wet from crying. I wipe them away and started thinking about Adam.

            He looked at me as if he knows what's going on, like he wants to figure something out.

            And it pains me to say this, that no matter what, if I ever tell him how I feel... he'll give up. He'll give up like everybody does.

            He'll just leave me behind... like everybody does.