BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 2

I walk the halls of my school with my head down. Boys jeer and cat call as I walk past, pulling my skirt up to expose my legs and underwear. The girls laugh and make fun of me because they know what happens to me in the boys bathroom, in the janitor's closet, in empty classrooms, and on the roof. They call me names as I pass by. Slut. Whore. Pathetic. Stupid. Bitch. Loser. Friendless. Worthless. The thing that hurts the most is the fact that they are right.

"Hey! Z!"

I flinch as my name is called and stop walking. Why does it have to be him. I'm still soar from yesterday, and he is just gonna make it worse. I stay frozen in my spot as his footsteps draw nearer. I cringe in fear at every heavy footfall. He gets so close to me that I can feel his warm breath on my neck, making me feel disgusting and sticky.

"I call you today" he whispers in my ear. His lips brush my ear, causing goosebumps to appear all over my body. Not the good goosebumps you feel when someone you like brushes your skin or touches you tenderly. Oh no. These are from fear. Tom absolutely terrifies me. He gets what he wants, but if he doesn't he'll make sure to break me.

I nod my head to let him know that I heard him and he slides his thick arm around my waist. His calloused hand slips underneath my skirt and on top of my underwear. He slides his fingers over my heat and I stand as still as I can. He sucks on my neck to try and get a reaction from me, but all I feel is disgust. My face screws up as he finishes and all I'm left with is a hickey and an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"You'll want me one day" he says as he smiles against my neck. I quietly scoff at the statement. I'll never want him. I'll never enjoy what he does to me. He ruined my life, why would I want someone like him to touch me? Apparently I wasn't quiet enough though. He growls and turns me around to face him. His eyes hold anger that he is barely able to suppress as he slams me up against the nearest lockers.

"Why are you laughing bitch?"

I can't answer him, my eyes watering from the intense pain in my lower back. Well, that's going to hurt for the rest of the day. I slide down to the floor and put my arms around my knees. I stare at the red marks that were left there from yesterday as Tom squats so that we are eye to eye.

"Look what you made me do. You know I hate it when you can't stand while I'm fucking you. But don't worry, I'll go easy on you today."

With that, he walks away, leaving me on the ground in the fetal position. I am not looking forward to lunch today. That's when he always comes for me. He said he'll go easy, but I don't think that word is actually a part of his limited vocabulary. I'm gonna be broken again, I can just feel it.

The bell for class rings and I stand up slowly. The pain in my back is intense as I walk to my first class. The teacher notices me walk in and marks me down on the attendance sheet as being here. Why don't they do anything? Can't they see that I am in pain every single day? Or do they not give a shit? Probably the latter to be honest.

I sit in my usual seat, in the far back away from everyone else. I sit by the window so that I don't have to deal with the students who are laughing and having fun around me. I don't think I've laughed in a few years. I don't think I've even smiled.

The window lets warm sunlight spill onto my desk, heating up my cold arms and legs. There is birdsong outside the window, making me insanely jealous. I wanna be outside. Anywhere that the students of this school can't find and torture me would be nice. To be free of the abuse and the hate.

I let the sun wash over me and close my eyes. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can before I have to be subjected to the pain that is sure to come later in the day today. Tom never leaves me without some kind of injury, bruise, or beating. I'm not gonna be able to walk without wincing after this.

"If miss Z would actually pay attention in class she might have a better grade right now."

I open my eyes and look around me confused. What does she mean by that? I have an A in this class. I have an A in all of my classes. I always do my homework, I ace every test, and I never talk back to the teachers. Doing well in school is the only thing that can distract me from my mental and physical pain. And its the only way I'm going to be able to get me and my mom out of this hellhole. I will go to college and get a good job so that I can take care of my mom, like I should be doing now.

I look up at the teacher and see why she called me. There are seven male students standing in front of the blackboard. My eyes widen as I take in their appearances. They are all incredibly attractive and fit. Great. Seven more guys to have their way with me.

I gulp nervously as I eye the tallest in the group. He has blue hair and a wide mouth. He looks like he could break me with his bare hands. Even the shortest guy in their group looks scary. His arm muscles are incredibly defined.

"You guys will be sitting in the back row next to Z. Z, raise your hand."

I do as I'm told, raising my hand into the air. I flinch as their eyes simultaneously move to where I am sitting. I hate attention, not like that does me any good at this school. They start walking towards me, joking around and having fun, and I pinch myself under the table. Don't look at them. Don't talk to them. Don't bother them.

Maybe then they will leave me alone.