Bullied By B5

I dont deserve this.

My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding down the street. I slowed down when I spotted a police cruiser parked in an alleyway.

I adjusted my rear view mirror and saw a black, Cadillac escalade driving behind me. Once I saw who was in the drivers seat, I sped off.

Dustin.

He sped up right behind me, nearly colliding into me. I turned the corner, he turned also. I stepped on the gas pedal and drove sixty mph the whole drive home.

Dustin was still there when I parked my car in the driveway. He got out of his truck and made his way towards my car. Patrick and Carnell hopped out also.

Oh God.

Quickly, I scurried out of the car and ran onto my porch. I hurried and got my keys out and unlocked the door. I was terrified!

When I heard the click sound, I ran into the house and closed the door, locking it afterwards. In these three years of being harassed by them, they've never followed me home.

Now that they know where I live, it's over for my life. I leaned against the door. My heart is ready to jump out my chest. I'm practically hyperventilating.

Suddenly, I jumped in fright when I heard banging on the door. The knob started to shake rapidly, like they were attempting to come inside.

They bang on the door again. "Open up Diamond. We just wanna hang!" Dustin says. They giggled on the other side. Sweat beads trickled down my face, I was so nervous.

"Open up! We wanna chill with you." Carnell says after banging on the door also.

"Go away! Just leave me alone!" I yelled through the door. I wanted them to just disappear. My life would've been so much easier.

"C'mon guys. Let's just leave." Patrick says.

Finally, they ambled off of the porch and five minutes later, pulled off in their truck. Now I have to take a shower and wash this red paint out of my hair.

Plus, I have to wipe down my car interior, and the front door because they're now covered in red paint.

My mom doesn't come home for another two hours. They might come back and torture the hell outta me.

Stressfully, I walked upstairs and headed to the shower. I undressed myself and threw my soiled clothes into a hamper.

After that, I stepped into the shower and turned the knob to the hot water. The water steamed up the shower while I poured Watermelon Suave shampoo in my hair and lathered it up.

I washed the paint off of my body and out of my hair for ten minutes, then I got out, lotioned up, put on deodorant, etc. Next, I got dressed in a regular grey sweat suit and running sneakers. My hair just went wet and wavy.

I stride my way downstairs, to go to the kitchen to make myself a little snack, maybe a sandwich or something. I don't know. When I walked into the kitchen I was about to make my sandwich, until I noticed we didn't have any bread. So, I decided to take a trip to the store to purchase some. I walked outside to my car.

Fuck. Now I realize why the boys stayed out there for an additional five minutes. Those bastards keyed my car! Scratches from the tip of a key rode from my door to the trunk. 'Xs' and 'Os' were scratched into it also. They even scratched the word 'bitch' onto my car in big letters.

Wow. I wanna tell someone, but I'm too afraid. Why me? I hopped in my car and drove around the corner to the store. I purchased a loaf of bread then headed back home.

When I drove home, the same truck that Dustin was driving parked across the street.

Oh my God.

I hurried up and parked in the driveway. When I got out with the bread, the truck door began to open. I stood frozen waiting to see who'd come out. When the door fully opened, a chubby man wearing paint stained clothes hopped out. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. THANK GOD.

I sauntered onto my porch and unlocked the door. I walked in and my mom was sweeping the floor.

"You're home an hour and a half early." I say.

"Yeah, an incident happened, so the manager told everyone to just go home early. So, how was your day?" She asked.

"Uh, good." I replied.

"Okay, good to hear. What do you want for dinner." She questioned while she swept the dirt into the dustpan.

"Pastillos? I don't know." I answered.

"Alright, I'll call you down when dinner's ready. And I added your allowance into your bank account." She says.

"Okay, and thanks." I placed the bread on the table and ran upstairs. I didn't want a sandwich anymore. I opened my laptop and signed into twitter.

Tons of mentions blew up my notifications. All were from...them. Yup, you guessed it. They even cyber bully me on Twitter.

Via Twitter Mentions

@Bryanbreeding: @ShiningDiamond is a slutty ass bitch that can never get a man, so she goes out spreading her legs for that caash!

First off, I'm a virgin so, how am I a slut?

@DustinMichael00: @ShiningDiamond ugly as fuck. I see why she never get any dick.

And the list goes on and on. A tear trickled down my face, but I hurried to wipe it away.

I don't deserve this.