The Rebel

Trouble

The next day I went to school and the first person I saw was Octavia, with bandages on her face. 'Has she not learned her lesson yet?,' I said. She had two strong looking brown haired boys with her that looked familiar but I couldn't think of who they were. I brushed pass her because I didn't have time and decided to spray paint the school bathrooms today. You know, just for fun.

"Oh your not getting away this time bitch!, Octavia yelled after me. She grabbed me by the shoulder and yanked me to the ground. Then two guys that was with her grabbed me and quickly tied my hands together with rope. "Get the fu-", I started to say but I was cut off when I felt a sharp pain in the back off my head.

*Next Day*

When I finally woke up I immediately felt a rush of dizziness. I looked around and saw that I'm in a pitch black room, I tried moving my hands but my wrist were tied to something. For once in a very long time... I feel scared, I tried my very hardest to get up but my legs were tied down to something as well.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello!?," I yell loudly. When all of a sudden a hear a metal door opening and closing and then the sound of footsteps get closer until I saw Octavia standing there with her hands on her hips smirking at me. "You know this is what you get for humiliating me in front of those people," She said walking up to me and slapping me across the face.

I'm not gonna lie, my face hurt like hell, but I'm not gonna let this bitch get away with that when I get outta here. "Bitch you're lucky I didn't drop kick yo sorry ass in the throat. You asked for that shit to happen and I can't control that, you're always fucking my life up when I didn't do shit to you!," I spat.

She's always been fucking with me ever since I started school and I've always payed that bitch back for it. Because I'm not gonna let some cheap ass hoe make my life worse than it already is. I'm no pussy, that's for sure. "Terrell's always been so damn interested in you..," She mumbled thinking I didn't hear her.

"Ok...I can't fucking control that! I'm a bad lil chick and he knows it," I said laughing. "But why you!? I was always right there, I was always ready to be with him whenever he wanted a girlfriend but he never chose me," She said with a now tear stained face. "I'm in love with him...And he loves some lonely ass, bad girl wannabe."

I looked at her and spat at her face in hatred, "Bitch please, you a hoe, just a straight up hoe. Like you been with EVERYBODY, you act like you love him when you just love dick. That's probably why no guy wants your skanky ass anymore, you can't keep your legs closed long enough to make the relationship last past a month."

She stood there looking at me with her mouth wide open in shock and had her fist balled up like she was gonna hit me. "Hit me bitch, I dare you, your punches feel like fuckin cotton anyway so go ahead and hit me hoe!," I challenged as she stood there looking at me with pure rage.

"YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE SO FUCKING TOUGH SKY BUT WHENEVER MARQUIS IS FEELING UP ON YOU, YOU GO STIFF! YOU CAN'T STAND THE FORCEFULL TOUCH OF A MAN BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED TO GET RAPED! ISN'T THAT RIGHT!?," She shouted at me, getting in my face.

I looked at her with confusion, how did she know? Who told her all these things about Marquise and why did they tell her? "Okay so first of all, what you need to do is get the fuck outta my face with that monkey breathe of yours. Second of all, my life is nun of your business bitch so why are you worried about it?," I stated calmer than I thought I's be.

"Oh and on top of that, what girl wouldn't be afriad of getting raped or forcefully touched by a man that she doesn't want anything to do with?" She looked at me in dismay because of how incredibly calm I was about the situation. I don't blame her, I'm not wasn't to continue to sit on my ass upset because I'm scared of being hurt for the rest of my life. That would mean that I'd lose the one person that actually kept me sane.

"W-Well, UGHHHH! I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE EVEN HERE, THIS WAS MARQUISE' IDEA, NOT MINE!," She admitted running out of the room leaving me confused as fuck. 'What the hell? Why is HE keeping me here? What does he possibly hope to gain from this?,' I thought to myself.

'BANG! BANG!' 'Wait was that gun shots? I gotta get the hell outta here, like now!,' I thought trying to find a way to get up. I looked around to see if I could find something to cut this rope but the room was empty with only one window. 'Wait, what about my shoes!,' I thought to myself as I started to take off my shoes. 'If I can get my shoes off, then I should be able to wiggle my feet out of the rope and stand up.'

So, with that, I forced my shoes off my feet and began wiggling my feet out of the rope. Once my legs were free, I stood up and ran to the window. 'It's now or never !' I jumped up as high as I could and broke through the window, luckily the glass cut the rope around my body and hands.

Once I made it out , I heard the door to the room I was in open with a loud bang and voices came from the other side. "Byron she's gone ! She got out the window somehow, she couldn't have gone far though," the voiced yelled. 'So Byron and Marquise are the cause of all this? Why are they so fucking obsessed with me...,'

TO BE CONTINUED....

*Cliffhangers!!! But sorry for not updating guys! So many things have been happening in my life from school to family issues and I just want to take a moment to thank you all for sticking around and taking the time out of your day to read this story. We're up to 239 reads 😝😝! But another chapter coming tomorrow and many more twist yet to come!*

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