I woke up to see the sheets on the floor. I start to cry yet again. I was in shock about yesterday and still hated my self.
I wipe the tears from my eyes. I swing my legs off the bed. I then take the sheets and head downstairs. I put them in the washing machine.
I take out new sheets and put them on the bed.
I then head to bathroom to shower.
I couldn't get the images of what happen out my head. It just keeps replaying.I quickly got dressed and grab my bag and headed out the door.
I didn't really feel in the mood for school.
I jumped on the bus but not speaking a word to Liz. I then went straight to my locker and to my first lesson.
I wasn't playing attention in any of lesson. It replaying over an over in my head. His hands and lips on me.
I kept thinking that it's my fault because I didn't do anything to stop him. What I could of done?I didn't even take part in dance. I skipped,staying the girls bathroom.
Then it was lunch time. I was holding my books in my hands when Lola tripped me up. My books went flying to ground in a pile.
I wasn't even in the to deal with her.
"Go away Lola" I heard Ashton say as he stood in front me.
She just stands not moving while I gave up my books.
"Piss off Lola" Ashton says now annoyed.
"Let's go Lola." One of friends called Mia said.
Mia walk off with the other two tagging along.
I stand there with my books in my hand.
"Are you okay?" He asked worried
Stay I just nod my head trying desperately not to cry."Are you sure?"
I nod again.
I turn away from him heading toward the canteen. A tear escape my eye I just wiped it away.
I waited for Ashton to catch up.
"Thank you" I spoke then headed to get lunch.
I went and sat down at the table not saying a word to any of them.
I tried to eat some of my Lunch but failed. I tried to start a bit of talk on the table.
"Hey" I say forcing a smile.
"Are you okay?" Ashton asked
I just nod my head.
"You really haven't sad a word all day. "
"Are you sure?" Ashton asked again
I then shake my head.
"No,not really" I reply close to tears.
"What's wrong?"Ashton says now clearly worried.
Before tears spilled from my eyes. I made a run for it towards the toilet.
I couldn't take this no more. It's my fault, I was raped. I didn't do anything to stop him.
I was now in the toilet.crying the tears wouldn't stop no mater how much I tried.
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Broken By Shootingstarlight13
Teen FictionRose is 15 years old and attends a performing arts school however at home Rose has an abusive step-father. Rose thought her life couldn't get any worst but does it? Read to find out... This story has physical abuse and other contexts. Please don't...