Bullied By B5

Flash Back

Thank God I washed that nasty taste away. I've never threw up so many times before. But before I walk out of the bathroom, I go pee. When I pulled down my underwear to sit down, there were brown dots in my underwear. Did I start my period or is it just spotting?

After I was done, I walked back inside my room and ambled past my menstrual calendar hanging on my wall by a purple pushpin. Something told me to look at it, I know something is wrong. I backed up in front of the calendar and peered at it. Oh no.

My period is a week and a half late. Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm having a panic attack. I clenched my chest and breathed hard. At this point, I was petrified, scared out of my life. I'm only sixteen going on seventeen in December, I can't take care of a fetus right now. I take deep breaths and calmed down.

"Just...calm down D. Just...calm down." I guess I was so worried, I fainted.

10 Minutes Later

"Diamond?!" My mom screamed running over to me. I woke up, feeling my body vibrate. My mom was shaking me, trying to wake me up.

"Mo—mom?"

"Sí, mi corazón?" She asks.

"I—I think I'm...pr.."

"What Diamond? You're What?"

"Pregnant." My moms eyes brimmed with hot tears. One by one, tears rode down her face as her lip began to quiver.

"What? You...You're pregnant?"

I sat up. "I don't know for sure. My period is a week and a half late, I've been having some spotting, and I threw up a lot earlier." I informed her.

"Sweetheart, just be sure. Do you want me to pick up a pregnancy test from the pharmacy?" She asks.

"Yes please...I really need to know."

2 Hours Later

Comes to find out...I am pregnant. Words cannot describe how hard I've cried. For one thing, I have to find out, out of five guys who's the father. But, the worst part is...the father is gonna be one of my bullies. I've been so unlucky these past three years. I just can't wait 'til it all ends.

1 Month Later

The day I've been to court was horrible. I was terrified once I seen the boys walk in with orange jumpsuits and cuffs around their wrists.

Their prosecutor tried to hold spitting on Bryan against me! He said that's the only reason why I got raped. Excuse me, but in those past three years they've sexual harassed me too. Not only that, but the year after I first went to that school, Dustin threatened me that he'd tell the whole school I was a slut if I didn't perform oral sex on him. Of course I did it. I didn't wanna be known as a slut by the whole school. But, the crazy thing is...I didn't testify.

Even though they hurt me in these past years, emotionally and physically, I didn't want them to go jail. No one deserves that type of punishment in my opinion. Unless they've done something worse than what they have done to me. But they do have six months of community service, working at the soup kitchen and the Nursing home without pay. They'll do it everyday after school.

I don't feel bad at all. I just know, when this baby comes, I'll get a paternity test and see who the father is.

Today is the day I go back to school. I have a baby bump, but it isn't that big yet. Before I stroll downstairs, I have a flash back.

Flash Back

First Day of FDHS

I wore a short sleeve, plain, red shirt, with dark blue, apple bottom skinny jeans. I slipped on my red flats with fabric roses on them, and clipped my gold necklace chain around my neck. Mi Abuela gave it to me before she passed away when I was six years old. It's made of real gold. I brushed my long, black hair down. I slid a red headband with a big bow on it, in my hair behind my short bang that lined my forehead.

I know it's a little too childish, but I love headbands. I grabbed my book bag and walked to school. I was a freshman so I didn't really know much about high school.

When I finally arrived, I breathed in the new school atmosphere. Then I saw a boy. He was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. He had light colored skin, not too light but perfect, short curly black hair, brown eyes, and a dimple in his chin. He was walking with four other cute boys, but he was perfect.

I was so far in a daze that someone bumped into me and knocked me out of it. The student just walked past not even apologizing.

"Rude ass." I said under my breath. I stride into the school and found my way to the office. They told me my locker number, which was 273 and combination, then gave me my schedule. The principal, I guess, called the teacher over the intercom and informed her of my arrival.

After that, I went off to my locker and put in the combination. I pulled the handle, but it wouldn't open. I tried and tried again,  fiddling with the lock trying to get it open.

"What are you doing?" Someone asked from beside me. To my left, I saw the boy from earlier. The perfect one.

"I—I'm trying to open my locker." I stuttered nervously.

"No." He giggles. "This is my locker." I look at the locker number. It read 272.

"Oh! Sorry." I was embarrassed. I moved over to 273 and put in the combination. I pulled the handle and it opened.

Of course.

"By the way, my name is Patrick. And you are?"

"Diamond." I was so shy because he was so cute.

Patrick smiles. "That's a beautiful name, and I love your Spanish accent."

I just wanted to melt. His smile just brought butterflies to my stomach and made my cheeks a very noticeable strawberry red.

"Are...you blushing?" I blushed harder. "It's okay, because you're very beautiful." He smiled. Patrick puts the combination into his locker and opens it to take out his Environmental Science text book. He caresses my chin before he walks off.

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The flash back will continue next episode!