Cimorelli and Lauren's Problem

Shes back

Lauren's Pov.

After breakfast I went and sat on the couch.  Nick and Alex were watching sports.  I don't really care too much about sports on TV so I just sit there and think.

I think about Rachel.  I don't know why she bullied me. I didn't do anything to her. Rachel was a nice girl when we were younger, though we were never good friend. But she was invited to my sixth birthday party.  Then one day she seemed to change.

Rachel used to pick on me daily.  Maybe once or twice a week she would play that question game I had in my dream.  She also made me say sorry to her a lot to learn to be respectful. If i didn't she "teach me a lesson" by cutting me. This happened often at first, but after a while it became a habit of mine to say sorry and I got in less trouble that way.

Anyways last time I say her was last month. I don't know what happened to her but i'm glad she hasn't showed up lately.

"Lauren get the mail!" Somebody yelled from the other room. Why do I have too?

"fine!" I shouted back.

I walk outside. It is kind of cloudy today and it isn't hot, but cool.  The wind blows more than usual. It's going to storm, I think.

I walk down the drive way and to the mail box.  When I look in there's only a little bit of mail.  Nothing too exciting, just junk.

"Lauren, how have you been?" It's her voice.

I spin around to find Rachel standing there.

I don't answer at first because I can't believe it, "Lauren it is rude not to answer when someone asks you a question" She says.

When she steps closer I close my eyes. A few seconds go by before i'm punched in the stomach.

"Lets play our game" she laughs. Oh great.

"No thank you" I squeak. 

"Lauren don't talk back to me" She slaps me.

I feel a tear roll down my cheek.  "Is little Lauren crying? Does the baby need her Mommy?" She teases me.

I look down, "I'm sorry"

"Good manners Lauren" She flashes her signature evil smile.

She starts to ask me questions, I answer some when my stomach hurts and I don't when my face hurts.

We moved behind the trees so no one could see us play the game.  

"Lauren how many times do I need to teach you some manners?" She crosses her arms

"I don't know" I mumble.

"What? Speak up!" Rachel hisses.

"I'm sorry" I tell her first, then "I don't know"

She slaps me for talking back. The force of the blow makes me fall into a tree in pain, "This is for your own good" She laughs.

Then she takes out her pocket knife and cuts my stomach.

"Maybe one more just because I haven't been around lately to keep up"She cuts me one more time.

I scream in pain and she runs away laughing. 

I lay under the tree an look up and the stormy sky.  Why? I ask my self over and over again. 

When I feel a bit better I get up using the tree as support.  It hurts a lot.  I stumble inside and to the bathroom before anyone notices me.  When i'm in the bathroom I clean myself up as best as I can.

I slowly walk to my room and lay in my bed.  Soon my eyes get heavy and begin to close, until all I can see is black.