torment | grayson dolan

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FUCKING HELL THIS IS SO FETUS DONT ATTACK ME PLS I WAS LIKE 12 , also

*****WARNING- this first chapter is violent. Hella violent. If that's upsetting or triggering for you I totally understand, and if you want I'll post the less violent version for you if you'd like x*****

FOUR YEARS PRIOR
Amelia

"Please," I whimpered, the blood spilling from my mouth.

"Can you not just do this at the usual time?"

I looked up at the two figures above me, listening to the taunts of the entire year above me.

They had closed around us in a circle.

There goes my escape

I choked, spitting out blood.

My eyes widened in fear as Grayson reached for my hair to make me stand up.

Here we go. Think of the beach trips with mom, no foster home.

Grayson slammed my head against the locker beside him, pinning my arms behind me and holding me against the locker whilst Ethan, his twin, could have free access to throw his fists at my stomach and ribs, the blood spluttering out of my mouth again.

I could feel the force on my shoulders slacken, before a deep voice murmured.

"Ethan, I think that's enough," Grayson suggested.

He feels pity for me?

"It's never enough for this bitch," a large blow to my abdomen knocked the air out of my lungs. "She's not worth the fucking dirt on your shoe Gray," Ethan snarled.

"Mr Jefferson!" A voice cried out. As fast as they crowded round they all left, leaving me lying on the floor.

I turned my head to see Mera turning round the corner before spotting me and dashing over.

"Oh Amelia, what have they done to you?" Mera whispered, lifting me up and helping me catch a breath.

"Oh, the usual," I stared at the ground, hopeless.

I got up quickly and hoped that Mr Jefferson didn't see me, or else I would be beaten up even more for being a "snitch".

I made the mistake of waiting in the hall too long for a teacher to walk past and ask what happened once, and I don't want to do that ever again.

Ever.

Mera put her arms under mine and started to help me walk,"C'mon, lets get you cleaned up."

We walked to the bathrooms and I opened the door, praying there was no one in there. In times like this, the pale green and white ceramic tiling on the walls were becoming a second home.

But, of course; with my luck there was three of the worst things imaginable present.

"Hey look who's arrived!"Chloe laughed pushing me up on the wall.