The Last Night

Clowns

Chapter Thirteen

"The last night I was so sure of something was I realized my family no longer loved me."

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I don't know if I should've followed McKenzie or not. It just strikes me as suspicious that she would call me out for someone else. She doesn't seem like the type to do stuff out of kindness for someone. She led me through the hallways and opened the door to the pool area. I walked in after her.

"So why are we here? We could've just talked in the lobby or dining hall or something," I said.

"They wanted a little privacy," she said, giving me an obviously fake smile.

"Who is 'they'?"

My question was answered when the majority of the Clown Clique came in following May. They formed a circle around me thus trapping me. I'm pretty sure I know what's coming.

"Hello, Ame," May said with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. And I get why McKenzie summoned me now. She didn't do it out of kindness for someone else. She did it out of hatred for me. "I bet you're wondering why we called you out here. We wanted to give you a warning."

"Let me guess. Stay away from Erik?" I smirked, "So predictable."

She frowned. "Ugh, whatever. Just stay away from him. He's mine."

"What makes you think he's yours? I don't think he would like the fact that you're treating him like an object. I believe he has a choice."

"Shut up, would you?!" she said, glaring. Her voice rose. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be dead. I've survived the witch's glare, which is way more deadly than the Queen Clown's. "Anyway, I know you two aren't really going out. Nothing's been confirmed. Those are just rumors that aren't true."

"And what if they were?" I asked just to mess with her. Her face contorted into an enraged expression. "By the way, I didn't ask for this. I had no objections when you asked Mr. Brown to switch with me. It was just unfortunate for you that his decision was final." But I'm not complaining. Erik's way better than anyone I could've been paired with. "Isn't this kinda pathetic? Ganging up on one person? I would say 'I didn't think you would stoop so low', but I'd be lying if I did."

"That's it! Get her!" May commanded. Her underlings followed her orders immediately.

A couple of them rushed to restrain me while others yanked at my hair, punched, kicked, and screamed insults, just for the sake of inflicting pain on me. And because they felt that Erik was being taken away from them. The measures people will take just because they're jealous are amazing. Amazingly extreme. This really isn't that different from my home life.

I struggled to get out of their grasp. My shoulder was really hurting me now. I managed to get one arm free and whack one of the cake-faces in the head. Pain ripped through my shoulder. I gasped. I felt the blood oozing from it. Shoot, the wound reopened! I could tell the Clown Clique noticed too after one of them just so happened to punch me where the blood was leaking through my jacket and found blood on her fist.

"OMG! She's bleeding a lot!"

The ones restraining me dropped me on the floor, not wanting to get any blood on them. I winced. I was too weak to try and escape. The blood was beginning to form a small pool around me. "May, what do we do?!" Of course, these brainless fools would be waiting for orders.

May walked over to me, looked at me condescendingly, then kicked me into the deep side of the pool with no hesitation whatsoever.

I can't breathe. Is this finally the end? Well, I can't swim so probably. I guess it worked out for whoever wanted me dead. The water stung me. It's funny how the pain is telling me I'm alive when I'm pretty much nearly dead.