Tortured Within

Chapter 3

I pulled myself to my feet and dragged myself to my locker getting strange glances from people as I did so. I opened my locker door and grabbed my books for the lessons that day before closing my door and heading to my first class slowly, thinking about the four guys. Victor and Mike Fuentes. Two brothers who shared a surname and the desire to hurt me daily. Vic was tanned and had floppy brown hair and brown eyes. His arms were muscly, not body builder muscly, but he was strong enough to leave a large bruise whenever he punched me. Mike was more of a perv. Unlike his brother, Mike wasn't usually violent. Yes, he threw the odd punch but apart from that, his brother left most of the marks along with the third guy Jaime Preciado. Jaime had dark brown spikey hair and brown eyes like Mike and Vic. Jaime teamed with Vic with the violence but I feared Vic more than I did Jaime. Then there was Tony. Tony Perry. He had dark brown floppy hair with a little braid at the back. He also had brown eyes like all of the others. Tony wasn't very violent but he still hurt me. He was the one who said things, called me names, constantly insulted me, but he very rarely hit me and whenever he did hit me, he would ignore me completely the following day and just laugh as the others punched and kicked me. I walked down the corridor to my next lesson, history. The lesson I had with Jaime. The worst thing about this lesson probably was the fact that the teacher had put us into a seating plan and I was put right next to Jaime at the back of the class. I walked through the door of the class and headed to my seat. Luckily, Jaime wasn't there get so I had some time to just sit and think about nothingness. "Move fatty" he snarled shoving me farther into the wall. I wobbled slightly on my seat and scurried to the seat closest to the wall. He chuckled and sat down next to me. The teacher walked into the class and told us that we had an assignment to do. "Holly, you'll be with Mark. Jessica, with Sophie. Melissa with Jacob and Victoria, you'll be with Jaime" my breath hitched in my throat. Jaime turned to me, an evil smile playing on his lips. "I'll be at your place tonight at six. Be in, or else." he warned wiping his finger across his throat as though to show a slit throat like he was going to kill me. Class ended a while after that. He picked up his things; making sure to barge me with his bag as he walked to his next class. I followed him and headed to my English class. Luckily, I didn't have any of the guys in this class. The lesson we were learning about was poetry. We got to write our own poems. I was pretty good at this since I write songs myself. The lesson flew by and so did Geography and before I knew it, it was lunch time. I say in my usual spot which was behind the school building on a small bench away from everybody. I stood up to throw my rubbish in the bin when I accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so so sorry I wasn't looking I-" I mumbled but came to a halt as I looked up to see who it was. "Found you" he smiled as he backed me into the wall of the schools PE building. "I'll teach you a lesson on how not to bang into me or anyone again" he said grabbing me by the neck and punching me in the stomach several times. Each blow to the stomach was hard and made me double over in pain. "I'm s-sorry I- OW!" I yelped as he grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground kicking me in the face then turning me over to stomp on my stomach. "P-please. You're hurting me. Please get off of me" I begged, but he continued to throw me around. "You're such a pathetic slut who nobody will ever love. Go and die" he scolded continuing to hit me over and over. I heard someone approach in the distance. "C'mon. Leave her now, we'll get back to it later. Vic. Come on." The person said. I knew straight away from the tone in his voice that it was Jaime. "Kill yourself" Vic snarled and spat on me before walking over to Jaime and the boys once again. I pulled my legs up to my aching chest and used all of my strength to hold onto them. I closed my eyes in pain and felt the warm tears begin to prick at my eyes. I heard the bell ring and sluggishly hauled myself from the ground and to my next class.

The day moved on quickly. Not much else happened in school. I walks straight home and locked my door.