Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

~ Chapter 3 ~

Status: Not Edited

Cami's P.O.V.

The sharp sting is sudden, so sudden that waves run throughout my entire body. The pain should have been expected, but no matter how much I go through, I will never get used to it.

His hands desperately claw at my shirt, clenching the material in his large palm. My teeth grit as he holds my shirt in his fists, eyes glazed over, and my eyes widen that he had the audacity to show up to school baked. The strong smell of alcohol travels up my naval cavity, and it scrunches up at that musky scent of whiskey. I feel like throwing up at the whiff and I know he isn't only baked, he's drunk also and he doesn't look happy.

There is never a day when I can just walk in the hall and get my stuff for class without somebody doing something to me. The first time Louis started making fun of me, everyone did, and they joined it. All of my friends left me and I lost everything. All my popularity, it was like he gained it. The first time he hit me, he did it by accident but no, his friends followed him and gave me daily beatings. Like I said Louis rarely touches me, only when he's angry and that's more in a flirtatious way than a violent way.

But it still hurts.

"You just get uglier and uglier every day, don't you?" Brian's breath is warm against my ear and I squirm against the metal on my back. He only pushes me harder against the red, a grunt leaving his lips.

"You're one to talk." My eyes roll on instinct and my eyes widen once I've realized I've actually said something back for once. My mistake is taken exactly as I meant for it to be, when he punches the locker next to me and I wince away.

"That's another punch to the list, bitch."

He's an angry drunk.

I whimper in pain, and bite down on my lip, to stop myself from shouting. I'm not scared anymore of him, more of the pain he will inflict.

Using his arms he lifts me off the floor, pushing me even harder against the lockers. My feet aren't even touching the floor and I try to kick out of his grasp, but it won't work. My own t-shirt is choking me and I can feel my face going red.

"Your daily beating. Isn't this going to be fun?" He laughs evilly and it gave me chills. He raises his fist getting ready to punch me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to make myself numb. But the pain never comes.

My feet hit the ground and I begin to cough, my lungs desperately searching for air. Tears sting my eyes, but my coughing seizes when I see Brian being held in some kind of hold by another student. His green eyes gleam against the hall lights and his teeth are gritted, muscles flexed through his white tee.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He practically snarls and Brian tries to squirm free, his face going red.

"Get the fuck off of me, homo." He growls and pushes the curly haired boy into the lockers with his body. He still won't let up on his hold on Brian and I can only watch, trying to get my breath to a normal pace as I cough because of the previous hold Brian had on me.

"Here's how this is going to go." The no named guy obviously makes his grip tighter making Brian gasp for air. "You are going to apologize, then you are going to leave her alone, and any other person you hurt daily, you piece of shit."

"No way." He spits.

"You are only making this worse for yourself." No name chuckles, and I don't feel any sympathy for Brian. "You can apologize now, or we can go outside, and I can beat the shit out of you."

"Okay, fuck okay!" He hits No Name's arm with his palm and he releases his choke hold on Brian a bit when his gaze shifts to my form across from him.  "I'm fucking sorry."