Save Me from Myself

Chapter 20

*Trigger Warning* This chapter is extremely violent, and I highly recommend to be cautious when reading.

Cali's POV
I woke up on the cold, cement floor. When i thought about the night before, i couldn't help but cringe. I could still feel where he slapped me, and it burned. I've been slapped many times, but this one was probably the worst. I shivered again as i tried to regain my strength. "You're okay, Cal... you've been through worse.." I whispered to myself as i walked to the dining hall.

Layla smiled and waved at me, and i sat down next to her. "Girl you look like shit." She said, and she tried to make my hair look better. She groaned, "You're impossible, you know that?"

I smiled a little, "Way to speak the obvious."

She groaned again, and then ate her toast.

"Cali." I heard someone say from behind me. I took a deep breath and looked behind me. Thank god. It was just Joey.

"Oh hey Joey. What's up." I said, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Layla.

"Why do you have a bruise on your cheek?" He asked. I looked down, and he immediately understood. "Who?"

"Joey... I know what you're gonna do and i don't want you to get---" i said, but he interrupted me.

"Cali. Who." He said sternly. Joey was like my protective older brother who wouldn't let anyone get near me. Most of the time.

I sighed, "New guy. But its---" he interrupted me again. Rude...

"Are you okay?? Did you hit him back, or kick him in the balls?" He asked.

"I'm peachy, and i did hit him. Then i ran away."

He glared a little, and then walked away. "Joey..."

"Cali. Back off. I'm gonna go teach that boy what happens when you mess with us."

Oh fuck fuck fuck. Joey was so pissed... He could kill Michael...

At this point i had to run to keep up with him.

"Joey please don't. I can deal with him myself, I don't anyone getting hurt."

He looked at me, and he looked like he was ready to kill."Someone already got hurt. You. This kid needs to learn what happens here if you mess with us. I plan on teaching him."

We reached Michael's room, and Joey opened it without knocking. Michael looked up, and shrugged a little, "Come on in."

"Why did you touch Cal?" Joey asked, glaring at him.

"Maybe because she's a backstabbing bitch that doesn't know when to close that big mouth." He said. Wow. Thanks asshole, but I've been called much worse. This was not the same guy that was crying last night.

I felt the room get really really tense, "what did you just say about Cali? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY." Joey said, intimidately.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Joey glared, "Cali get out."

"Joey please...."

"Get the fuck OUT" he said, and he pushed me a little too hard into the door.

I fell into the door, and my head hit the little square of glass. "Oh fuck." I mumbled.

"Now who's hurting her." Michael said as Joey approached him.

"Don't mess with my friends, you dick. " Joey said, throwing a punch at Michael. Fuck. My. Life. Why do I have to deal with this testosterone mess? I tried to get up, but I just fell back down again.

"NURSE. FIGHT. OW." I yelled as loud as I could, but I was too late. They were fighting, and Michael was winning. They were on the floor, and Michael wouldn't stop hitting Joey.

"JOEY!" I yelled, and I threw a book at Michael's head. Michael glared at me, got up and walked towards me. Joey didn't get up. His eyes were almost closed, and it looked like he was unconscious. Michael grabbed me by my arm and pushed me into the wall. Then, he kissed me aggressively. I tried to push him away, but he held my arms tightly and I couldn't get out.

He stopped kissing me, grabbed my hips extremely hard, and scratched at my scars. I wailed in agony, but he didn't stop. I could feel the blood all over again, but this time it was worse. "STOP.. STOP IT." I screamed. The nurses tried getting the door open, but Michael had propped something up against it. My scars were burning, but he wouldn't stop. He dug into my skin, and he went deeper than the original scars. He was torturing me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I screamed and cried, and eventually he stopped. Sadly, he wasn't done hurting me. He picked me up, and I was unable to move.

He threw me as hard as he could into the wall. The second my body and the wall collided, I screamed louder than ever. My arm felt broken, and so did I. I could barely breathe, I was in so much pain.

Joey heard me scream, and grabbed Michael by the leg and tripped him. He fell into the bed, and at that second I thanked god for those awful concrete beds. He didn't move, but I couldn't stop crying and screaming. "Not again not again not again not again not again not again." I cried over and over. Joey staggered over to the door and the nurses came in.

"No no no no no no no no no no no not again please not again never again get away not again please... Save me..." I murmured. The Nice Nurse took me down into the infirmary, still screaming and crying.

"It'll all be okay Cali. You're gonna be okay. " she said.

"No no no again stop stop stop please get away help me save me kill me..." I whispered again and again.

The nurse said, "It'll be okay, honey. You'll be okay." And then they injected something into my veins. Yet again, I saw my vision go black, and I drifted off.

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Sometimes it astounds me how fucked up I am... this was a very.. different chapter. Very very violent. Very very psychotic. I'm one fucked up writer... I don't know if I'll keep this chapter, because its... yeah... I don't know. I hope I didn't scare away my readers by posting this one. I honestly don't know how I came up with it. Originally it was just gonna be a big dramatic boy fight, but obviously it wasn't. Well I appreciate you reading this, and I will definitely try to make the next chapter much less psychotic. Unless you guys like it. I don't know. But thanks for reading my fucked up update!
♡♡Christal