Mistreated

Chapter 4

Hello everyone :) sorry if my update was too late. Alright so none of the 1D boys were mentioned in the last chapters so you may have found them a bit boring. Well, in this chapter, they are. Note: this is still a sort of flashback or story telling of the characters life-story :) Enjoy x

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That was the start, of the life I live today. Since my father was no longer there, everything seemed to have changed; including me. I couldn't have been the same person I was. I wasn't the same social and outgoing person I was, I wasn't that girl that always seemed happy and careless; I was now the opposite, and returning to school didn't make it any better.

I found it hard communicating with anyone, so I didn't. And I regret that today, because it made everything worse. I was just too shocked after the incident, feeling like no one could have cheered me up. I just could not move on. At primary school, I then became the quiet, weird girl that didn't speak to anyone. So no one spoke to me. They tried at first, but I refused to open up to anyone and share my story; everyone thought I changed, just like their attitudes' towards me did. I couldn't even concentrate on anything, including my own grades. It became a sort of daily routine throughout primary school, so I didn't live the wonderful childhood every other child claimed. Everything was horrible. I remember crying in the middle of class or at the end of the day, reminiscing several memories and thoughts in my mind, or remembering what one of those bullies said to me a while ago, and everyone would make fun of me and call me names; anything that was obviously hurtful to my feelings would do. The same process went through middle school, and nothing was bound to get any better, since most my primary school colleague's were the ones that accompanied me throughout the following years. With that happening, I was the exact same person that was ignored by everyone the entire time. 

The bullying and loneliness kept getting worse, and worse.. Any person in my place would have needed a friend to share their feelings with, let everything out, and have a shoulder to cry on. A sibling would have helped too, but I had none of those. Neither did I have my two parents. One was gone, and the other would be away most of the time at work. it didn't make my life any better. At school, I was the outsider. I was left out. I was abused mentally, and sometimes physically.. Yes, physically as in beat up. Who said a male wouldn't hurt a female? Pushing, kicking, pulling, or even forcing me into things to get me in trouble; you name it. I hated my life, with all my heart. Sometimes, I wished that I could just disappear, or run away to some peaceful place, where I could have all I wanted, anything or anyone. Living was not one of my favourite things to do, it seemed like I had to, even with everything going on around me. I was too weak to face it, but too weak to leave it. I still think the same today.

Starting high school was also one of my biggest fears, but unfortunately, the day I started it arrived. I've heard a lot of bullying within high school. I knew how hard it was before even starting, but I did not know what was yet to come. It felt like hell just thinking about it. I prayed every night, for some hope to help me go through everything, and of course, to my father. I missed him, and I wish he knew how much I did. Going back to my high school issue.. I remember my first day, casual, and not surprising. Of course, the people who knew me treated me not any differently than in the past. The new people, wouldn't have dared spoken to me since they saw how everyone else did. I myself was glad they didn't deep inside. Everyone knew what their school reputation would be if they hung out with a girl like me. I also remember the bell ringing, alerting me about the worst part of the day. Yay, break time. Recess meant every-ones' opportunity of mocking me when I passed by. Though since I knew the school well, I learned a few techniques on how to stay away from the trouble, at least in the hallways. I always used the emergency staircase's to get to where I had to go.. It meant lesser risks of me crashing into anyone unwanted. I entered the cafeteria as fast as I could, hoping I was earlier than everyone else. Gladly, I was. Being handled by tray, I walked past the tables to end of the room, where I always sat. It was a known rule that us underrated people sat further. In my opinion, it was better, and easier in cases where I tried avoiding or hiding from them; and by them, I mean the popular kids who have nothing relevant to do in life rather than pick on people and make their lives miserable.

"Welcome back, loser." 

No. Please no. It must have been them again. I turned my head around and looked back as I noticed them standing side by side. Andrew Carter, Zayn Collins, Jessica Larsen, and Kelly Wilson. Of course, the school's high class popular kids. To my luck, they said nothing else except show me some dirty grins, which I was used to, before they walked away. I was actually grateful nothing else happened. So I turned back to my meal and reading book and went back to my little own peaceful world. Minutes later, I noticed an unrecognized figure standing in-front of me, praying it wasn't another one of those jerks.  

"Hey.. Sorry if I interrupted?" He said as I looked up at him. I was quite surprised with his manners.

'Oh not at all.. Can I.. Help you?' I replied, quite surprised, what would he have wanted with me?

"Can I join you?"

'Oh.. Well sure but, trust me you wouldn't want to." Of course, being honest with him. "Why not?" He said curiously as he sat down. 'N-never-mind..' .

"Well you certainly seemed nicer than any of them." He said as he pointed at the group that have previously just passed by and transformed my day into a very graceful one. 

'Well that's the problem..'

"I understand.. By the way, I'm Liam." Someone introduce himself and have a seat at my table seemed peculiar and hard to believe, making me feel like he was some sort of angel sent from above. 

"I'm Carolina.. Nice to meet you Liam." And with that, the conversation flowed as if I were talking to a friend I've known for years.

With a few simple words, a wonderful friendship began. Liam and I got to know each other very swiftly and accurately. We shared likes and dislikes, we understood each other, and we were able to help each other. He had all the descriptions of a true and magnificent friend; I couldn't have asked for anything else.