Lost girl

My brother *2*

I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in the window. It was Friday. I sat up and stretched my arms but then winced at a sharp pain in my ribs. It still was hurting from my mom kicking me last night. She must have been mad at someone other than me, if she was mad at me I would have a broken rib. Looking at the clock over my shoulder I jumped it was 5:38am!! School started in 28 minutes! I jumped up and brushed my hair, got dressed, put on concealer, ate a small breakfast, and grabbed my school stuff. I was walking down the stairs when I saw my brother, behind him the clock. 5:50am, I was never gonna be able to walk there in 10 minutes! But my brother, he had a car, he could get there in 5 minutes. It made me scared, but I had no choice but to ask.
"Umm," I started, tapping him on the back."Could you drive me to school? Please? I really don't want to be late, and I woke up late. Please, please! I'll do whatever you want to ." That last part made me wince. I didn't want to but somehow it seemed like he would go for it. He stared at me and for a moment I thought he would hit me, but instead he nodded.
"Get in the car." He said.
" Thank you." I peep to him. I ran out the door and sat in his silver sports car. Minutes later he came out and started up the car. It was an awkward 5 minute ride. He kept looking over at me and each time he did I scooted farther away from him. We finally arrived at 5:55am, according to my cracked phone. I got out as he pulled up to the curb.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked when he didn't get out of the car. He was a senior, I was only a freshman. He looked at me with a half-glare.
"What I do, doesn't matter to you." He said.
"But-"
"GO!"
I ran away from him and the car, and closer to the school. I had to run all the way to my first class and just when I got there the bell rang. It was World History. My least favorite. Grouchily, I took a seat in the back. I could feel dozens of eyes on me as I walked over to the seat. When I sat people started whispering and shooting me side glances. It made me nervous, had the secret spread already? Did the those few boys really manage to tell the entire school in one night? Yes of course they did, I knew how it worked. They told somebody, then that somebody told another person and on. I dazed through that class and heard the bell. I grabbed my stuff and jumped up, ran out the room and to my next class. On the way I ran into to somebody. I stumbled back, momentarily blinded. When I could see again, I opened my eyes I was quite confused. I couldn't see anybody, nobody was standing in front of me. Normally if someone got ran into they would stop and get mad at the person that rammed them down. But here I stood, jerking my head around not being able to see anybody. The only thing I did notice is that I was getting another thousand, weird looks. I put my head down and started walking again when my breath caught. There was no figure standing in front of me yet, there was a shadow. It was a boy, and he had a little knife pocket at the waist. It reminded me of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it. All of a sudden it jumped as if, it didn't want me to see it and ran away. I looked after it but it had disappeared in the crowd of people coming towards me. I was really quite confused, there had been a shadow but no person? I was trying to figure it all out when I got to my 2nd class. Oh well, I'd have to think about this later. I'd think about it at lunch. Later today.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•

My 4th period class just ended and I was walking towards the cafeteria. My stomach was growling and even though I was super hungry I was almost considering not going in. I had been getting funny looks all day and nothing was getting better. I took a deep breath and stepped in. The 5 tables in the front row stopped and looked at me, then just started whispering and shooting side glances at me. I gulped nervously and walked into the lunch line. As I neared the front I saw what the lunch ladies were serving up today. Sloppy-Joe, it was the most disgusting thing- not food -that they could possibly create. It had bits of corn in the shredded "meat", with a disgusting sauce. The lunch ladies weren't very nice either. One of them shoved the plastic tray right in my face, almost spilling it on my clothes. I took it in my hands and moved on. Moving down the line I picked up a small salad,a small water bottle, and a fork. When I reached the cashier, I punched in my student ID and waited for her to tell me I could go.
"Alright you can go, but you've need to bring money tomorrow. Your out." The lady at the cashier says. I start to panic and take a step forward.
"But I get lunch for free." I say, worry creeping into my voice.
"Not any more, you're mom called last night and cancelled that. She said that they had enough money to pay for your lunch. Now go!" She says and makes a flapping motioning with her hands. I flinch a little and walk away. Scouting the room I find a table that's empty. I get to it, set my food down, and I'm about to sit down when a group of people come over and circle me. It's made up of boys and girls. I recognize all of them. The boys are the ones that saw my bruise and the girls are the popular ones. I cower and try to shrink back but there's nowhere to go. They all smile at me but not nicely.
"So where'd you get that bruise?" One of the boys ask.
"I tripped and fell." I say trying to keep my voice from dropping.
"You see, I don't think that's true. None of us do." A girl says to me.
"I'm quite clumsy, actually." I say spinning around to meet her eyes.
"So let me ask again where'd you get the bruise? Did your mom hit you?" One boy asks more forcefully. A cold shiver runs down my spine and it makes me think of my brother. Looking over the guys shoulder I freeze. My brother is standing about a foot away looking at me with a stone cold glare.
"I'm-I- uh- he-um....." I stutter.
He would kill me if anybody found out. Then I wouldn't even be able to come to school. School ,even though it was boring, was my only escape from home.
"So what,are you abused?" A girl says. Just as she says that my eyes start to water and my brother can tell. He starts to walk over and immediately the girls react. They step aside and let him through to me. By this time, I'm completely frozen with fear, and about to cry. He has a concerned look on his face.
"What's going on?" He asks sounding as if he cared.
The girls practically push each other out of the way to answer him, until one girl slaps the others away.
"We were just asking her where she got the bruise, do you know?" She asks, staring at him with a longing look in her eyes. Half of the girls in the school would kill to date him, but they always get to nervous to ask.
"Is that what I heard last night? Did mom hit you?" He asks in a soft voice I never knew he had.
"I-I-," I stutter wanting to say the truth but a cold look in his eyes tell me if I slip up, I'm dead. I nod my head and the tears fall down my face. He steps towards me and I automatically flinch, but am then surprised when he hugs me. My eyes widen as I feel something I never have. It's like a warm feeling spreading through out me, seeping into my heart and taking out all the pain I've ever felt. Absent minded, I hug him back and let the tears roll down.
"It's okay, I'll fix this," he say it loud enough for the people around us to hear, but he's not finished. "You are in big trouble Naomi. Big trouble." He whispers into my ear. Instantly all the warmth I felt disappears and gets replaced by cold, hard fear. I draw away from him to see the girls staring daggers at me. I wish I could just shrink into myself and disappear.
"Come on, I'll take you home." My brother says putting his hand on my back, pushing me forward. To scared to say anything I let him take me out of the cafeteria. When we are about to go out the school doors, I freeze.
"No, I don't need to go home." I say whopping around to face him.
"You'll go home if I say so." He says through his clenched teeth. He glared at me with such intensity, I started to back away. Suddenly he strikes out and grabs my wrist. I start to scream but before I can make a sound, his hand clamps firm over my mouth and he starts to drag me out the door. My eyes search the area as I struggle against my brother. Is nobody seeing this?! Seriously?! Once we're outside I giving up realizing that my struggles will do nothing against my brothers muscles. In the parking lot, my brother opens the trunk of his car.
"Get in." He commands. When I hesitate, he picks me up and pushes me in there. Slamming the door shut, he closes me into a small world of darkness. The trunk of his car is small so I have to curl into a ball to fit. It's small,dark and quiet except for my whimpers that I make, being scared of what he was gonna do to me. The whole way home I cried, and whimpered. I had seen him mad before, but never this mad. I wondered if my life would ever change. I wondered if he would ever stop thinking of me as a toy for him and if he would ever think of me as human. By the time he stopped the car and opened the back my face was streaked with tears and I was feeling nauseous. I stepped out and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. Once they did I saw I was in front of my house, then my brother grabbed my arm firmly and pulled me along. He marched into the house with me shrieking "Ow!" As he maintained an iron grip on my arm. Once we were inside, he stopped for a brief moment to shut the door. I pulled away from him and somehow got loose.
"What the-!" My brother shouts as I start to run away. Unfortunately, I get about two steps away when I feel him grab my waist and pull me back. I start screaming as he hoists me over his shoulder and walks upstairs. We pass by my mother who says nothing, but smiles cruelly at me. I start kicking and he holds my legs together as we approach my room. Once we get in there he puts me down and then slaps me across the face. It is not super hard but hard enough to get me to shut up. Instantly my scream diminish. He turns around and shuts my door and windows, while I'm stuck to the spot with fear. Finally he turns around and takes of his shirt revealing his abs. For a moment I falter but then I catch myself. It doesn't matter if he's hot, he hurts me. He walks towards me and I start saying,"No,no,no,no," over and over again quietly. He stops a few inches away from me and his hands fly to the bottom of my shirt. My hands land on top of his trying to stop him as he rips my shirt off and tosses it to the ground. I pulled away ,shaking with fear, now wearing nothing but jeans and a sports bra. He hands go to my waist and he picks me up. I start to shriek again and this time he doesn't stop me. Throwing me down of my bed, he takes a belt and "cuffs" me with it then ties it to my bed. I'm now stuck wriggling around with my hands above my head. He leans over me and then comes down and kisses me. I try to get away but there's no where to go. I stop shrieking, but I'm still petrified. He sits on the edge of my bed and stares at me for a while. It really creeps me out and a turn my head away. Next thing I know he grabs my face in his hand and makes me look at him. He stares straight into my eyes and his grip gets tighter until I squeak out a small "Ow,". He lets go but then brings his hand up to my face. He begins to caress my face and then his hand moves down my neck and past my collarbone. My breathing becomes quicker as his hand gets closer to my upper chest. I wince as his hand stops over my bra and wish he would just go.
"You really are beautiful," he whispers, caressing my face. "Shame you're such a loser." Those words sting more than a bee. As much as I try to ignore it I am a loser. A empty feeling settles in my stomach and I feel sick again. He kisses me one last time, but I pull away absolutely disgusted. He frowns at me and then slaps me twice on my face. Each time is a fresh wave of burning pain. He stands up to leave and right at my door he stops.
"I will be back. And you had better cooperate if not you'll regret it." He says with a menacing tone. He steps out of the room then shuts the door locking me in my room. All I can think as tears stream down my face is: I want to die.