Bullied By Luke Hemmings (not connected with my girls)

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my alarm playing girls/girls/boys by panic at the disco very loudly. I almost broke my phone trying to switch it off because the last thing I want is my dad to come up here and beat me at half six in the morning.

I got out of bed and got in the shower and did what I had to. I got out and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Bruises everywhere and cuts all up my arm and those were made by me. yes I self harm and no its not good and I hate myself for it..

I went to my wardrobe and picked out a comfy casual outfit and grabbed my phone and left with a granola bar because lets face it if people call me fat it must be true. As I walked out the door I felt my dad pull me back in.

"where the fuck do you think your going slut?!" my dad roared at me and I felt my body shaking.

"i-i- was g-going t-to school" I stuttered and he chuckled and smashed a beer bottle of the wall and held the sharp bit up to my neck and I could feel it cut my neck and then her dragged me out the house by my hair and kicked me and punched me until he got bored and went back in. I stood up and limped to the bus stop holding the cut on my neck. I sat down and took my hand off my neck and sighed letting a stream of tears fall down my face.

"hey look its fat kat" Luke spoke but he didn't see my bruises or cuts. he's always called me fat kat. I got up and walked away only to be pushed up against a wall by his friends.

"don't fucking walk away from us!" Calum spat and I couldn't breathe and his grip around my neck became tighter.

"p-p-please l-l-let me g-g-go" I stuttered, he laughed and he let go and I fell to the ground gasping for air.

"see you at school you whore" Luke spat before walking away with his friends. I lay on the floor clenching my chest when I saw someone bend down to my level.

"are you ok?" the boy asked.

"i-im fine" I answered finally catching my breath.

"i'm Ashton" He said pulling me back on my feet. He looked maybe one or two years older.

"i'm Katherine" I answered. I noticed I was late. "Listen I gotta go I'm late"

"Wait can I have your number?" He asked. I nodded and wrote my number on his hand and ran to school with the remaining energy I had.