Why Won't She Believe?

30 Minutes With Devils

Chapter 2: 30 Minutes With Devils

The ride to school was quiet... Nothing but the music from the radio was heard... In other terms, this would've been peaceful... But with the events from the house flooding back, the tension was so thick, it was suffocating.

We reached the school earlier than expected, and the boys went to their usual spot, while I walked around the halls, not knowing exactly what to do. There was still half an hour to go and I didn't seem to comprehend what was I supposed to do but to overthink... And it wasn't going well...

Will I get a chance to ask Luke for forgiveness? Will he come as always on lunch hour trying to get me to eat...? Will I be able to hide fast enough to...

"Little fucked up Iona, look at her right there" said Sasha... Although she was several steps behind me, I could hear her voice clearly as she intended, yet I obviously could recognize her voice from miles away... I can't stand this bitch.

I tried to keep on walking and I heard her sandals following me, soon, other steps were heard behind me and I was getting scared, I didn't know how many were they. I stupidly reached an isolated hallway (which is the one where I usually pass my time on), which has a turn right mini hallway that has an emergency exit; so yeah, practically dead end if I don't want to get suspended for opening the emergency exit door...

I looked back only to find that as I thought, I was cornered.. Sasha, her three robotic dolls behind and three big husky like guys... I think I've seen them at the american football team... What a bunch of whores, I bet they're doing orgys at the men showers. I shook my head in disgust "I guess this is the new squad isn't it?" I asked bluntly "Who told you to talk bitch?" Asked one of the guys while Sasha giggled and linked her arm with his "Don't worry babe, we got this covered. Why don't you handsome men here go and guard the hallway?" They nodded and walked away. Okay, they're still four skanky bitches that can toss me around if they want to... I just hope they don't mark my face, I wouldn't have a way to cover up those bruises...

"Rat ate your tongue sugar pie?" Asked Chelsea and I scoffed "Isn't it cat?" "Yeah but because you're so fat only rodents are brave enough to taste something of you" answered Carla and I snickered "Is that why you all need those three mouses over there?"

I seriously don't know what's happening to me today... Why am I talking back to them? It'll only end worse!

Sasha seemed like she was going to burst, Amanda looked like a fish outside the water and Chelsea walked closer, taking Sasha's place as leader of the little group "Enough of your talking stupid hoe" she spat, literally "I would say the same thi-" she cut me off with a slap and Amanda kicked my abdomen, that bitch practices Martial Arts, she's the one that beats me up the most "TAKE THAT YOU GROSS FROG!" Screeched Sasha, I was going to straighten myself enough to at least throw a punch at her but Amanda grabbed my arms and locked them behind me not letting me go. Sasha took advantage and started punching me in the face and I started crying without the knowledge of it. My arms hurt, because of the tight grip Amanda had on them and because she was pressing on my cuts...

"Let me give her a piece of my mind" said Chelsea and Sasha chuckled evilly "Wait!" Said Carla exasperated "Amanda, throw her" finished Carla and Amanda complied happily, I fell flat on the floor and whimpered "What do you think Uglyona? Should I show you what you deserve or should I pass my opportunity to Carla?" She asked me mockingly "P-pass it" I whispered "What did you say pumpkin? I didn't understand.." She mocked me with puckered lips and arching her eyebrows "P-pass it t-to Carla, Amanda" I tried to speak a little louder and they all started laughing "Look Carla she wants you" said Amanda "Ha! Apart from ugly and fat she's a faggot too, you're full of surprises Iona" said Chelsea "It kinda rhymes" thought out loud Sasha "What a slut" said Carla disgusted while I cried.

I'm not a faggot, why do they make up stories just like that? And if I liked women, what matter could it do to them? It's not like they're girlfriend material. They probably have STD for all we know!

The matter of the fact is... They all were kicking my body everywhere on the floor, Chelsea even kicked my cheek with her boot and I cried louder with each kick they threw at me.

At some point I started feeling lightheaded and my stomach was going round wildly, and then something felt like a roller coaster was escalating quickly through my esophagus and I started gagging, that's when they all got their cue and ran away. I tried to get my water bottle as fast as I could and started gurgling down all the cold liquid, which was so soothing, because I felt the acid of vomit right on my tongue when I first opened my bottle up. The burning in my throat subsided but I still felt lightheaded and dizzy.

I stood up as best as I could and limped my way to the janitor's bathroom (it was at the middle of the empty hall -the closest and nearest bathroom). I heard the alarming bell blasting just outside the door, signaling it was already time for class but... I couldn't reach class like this, could I?

I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying again, my face was so horrible, my eye liner wasn't that THAT smudged but it was either way, my hair looked like Sasha's when it gets wet (she straightens her hair all the time so it's all fucked up because it was curly... Also, without experience she is the one that straightens it all by herself... So yeah, it looks like a broom but everyone loves it because she's QueenB), my bottom lip had a straight sliced line on the left end, there was blood on my chin and some were entering my mouth, my face looked red and swollen altogether, but my eyes... My eyes were bright red, as if they were going to pop out of their sockets... They also looked dull and dead, and this precisely was what made me cry a river. I can't believe how on earth have I let them dominate me like this, but of course I don't stand a chance against three skinny but tough whore girls and a Karate/Tae-Kwon-Do/Hapkido and who-knows-what-else black belt crazy motherfucker.

I started cleaning my face, fixing my makeup, covering over the wound with my black lipstick (which hurts and stings because it's a more or less liquid matte lipstick that dries and stays for HOURS❤️), I combed my hair with my fingers and put on my beanie (which was in my backpack) leaving the rest to fall loosely around my shoulders, I tried to wait for my eyes to go back to normal but they practically didn't because every once in a while, I started sobbing again. I fixed my outfit grabbed my backpack, took a last glance at my appearance and headed for the office.... How did they happen in half an hour?

I'm so fucking tired of everything but oh well here goes another lie for the record.

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A/n:
Iona this chapter hurt me to write, it brought so many flashbacks. I hope you're alright and that this didn't trigger you into anything, and if it did that you stayed strong and brushed past it. I love you, I only want the best for you, I'm sorry this chapter was so explicit. Please hang on and stay strong❤️

As a gift babe, I searched for this amazing 20something minutes video of one of our beloved bands, Black Veil Brides, and of course, even better: LIVE ON VANS WARPED TOUR '15!!!! If anybody reading this went, mind letting us know by commenting? x) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I sadly couldn't, I live in PR x(

-AngelaMissRecklessRenegade