Him.

Chapter 13

Cierra's POV

I stood up covered in blood. My nose was broken, shattered maybe. My eyes were already swelling shut, and I could barely see. What I could see, though, was Nash standing over me with a smirk. "Now look at yourself, you've made a mess." he said, his hands covered in blood. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. All I could do was stand there. Nash's hand raised, and hurtled toward me. I screa-

"AGH!" I yelled as I sat up in bed, tears rushing down my face. I've been having bad dreams lately, and my parents say I scream in the middle of the night, so loud in fact that the neighbors rush over to see what's wrong. Those are called night terrors, but I don't remember them; I guess you don't remember night terrors. My dreams usually include Nash beating me up, or pushing me off a cliff. I looked at the clock, it was 3:17am. I still had three hours before I had to get up for school. I was up now, and I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon.

I sat in bed for the next three hours, thinking about how today was going to go. Nash hadn't been to school for the past week, and I wondered where he was. I prayed that he wouldn't come today either.

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I walked into school wearing a bun and no makeup. I was early today, and there was nobody here. I decided to go clean my locker and throw away all of the trash in there. I walked into the hallway and headed to my locker. I heard something open around the corner, a door maybe. When I looked, there was nothing there. Just then, I saw movement from the corner of my eye.

It was Nash. He had a smirk on his face and a lollipop in his mouth. He was leaning on my locker. He looked terrible, he had bags under his eyes and his mouth drooped down, like he hadn't slept in a few days. I stood 10 feet away from him, and we just stared at each other.

"You look ugly." Nash said.

"You're on my locker."

"You look ugly." he repeated.

"Thanks, you mentioned that." I said.

Nash began laughing, really hard. He took a step towards me, still laughing. He took two more steps toward me, now standing right in front of me. His laughter continued. His breath reeked of booze and his hair was messy. "W-why are you laughing?" I asked, my voice shaking. Without responding, he grabbed my face with one hand and slammed me against the wall. My head banged against it and I screamed in pain.

"Shut your fucking mouth." he said through gritted teeth.

"I ju-" He slammed me against the wall again, and I felt something wet dripping down my back. He moved his hand from my face to my neck, and squeezed. I choked and tried to pry his hands from my neck, but he was too strong. I couldn't breathe, and I began falling, my legs giving out. I spit as hard as I could in his face, and he let go of me. I fell to the ground and tried to get back up and run, only to be grabbed my the waist and spun around. Nash punched me in the face, hard. I could feel the blood in my mouth. I spit the blood on his face again, but this time he didn't let go. He punched me again, harder. I saw white and black spots, knowing that he was seriously hurting me. I picked up my knee, and hit him as hard as I could in his balls. He dropped to the floor in agony.

I ran as fast as I could, swaying. I made it to the doors and blasted through, not really able to see through my swelling eyes. I heard a series of gasps as I sprinted to my car, running away from that monster. People called my name, but all I could do was run. When I made it to my car, I jumped in and locked the doors. I called my mom and told her that one of my bullies just beat me up, and that I needed her to pick me up. She didn't know about Nash, all she knew was that we weren't really friends anymore. So I decided not to tell her who exactly beat me up.