Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀Something Great❀

M.S.

I got off from work around nine. I was always the one to close up the library. Sure, it was pretty scary to do this. I was only a 17 year old boy. This job should be left to someone much older, but here I am stuck with the job of locking up the library. The owner of the library had made me my own set of keys just for this purpose. He trusted me not to mess this up and I had to keep my promise.

I placed the library keys in my backpack and took out my car keys. I began to walk towards my car but stopped when I heard what sounded like someone following me, so I stopped. Slowly I turned around and sighed a breath of relief when I saw no one there. But the second I faced forward again? I saw someone standing there and just as I was about to yell out, someone else placed their hand over my mouth.

"Oh, Marcie..." Oh god no. "Tsk tsk tsk. Don't you know it's bad to be out this late? Especially when it's this dark out?"

I tried to pull the hand away from my mouth, but they pinned my arms to my side.

"I think he's asking for something bad to happen to him, Stef," Trevor chuckled.

"I think you're right, Trev."

I couldn't see it, but I knew...I just knew Stefan just had to be smirking. And the next thing I know, I feel the most unbearable pain in my stomach. Stefan had began to punch me repeatedly. I was coughing hard to the point I was actually scared that I would cough up blood. How was it that even when I'm out in public—forgetting what time of night it is—no one was stopping this from happening. I couldn't even defend myself because my arms were still pinned at my side. However, Trevor did remove his hand from my mouth.

Sure, I should call out for help. Tell someone to call the police, but I didn't. I just didn't. I let this happened to me because what if the police don't believe me? What if they were to take Stefan and Trevor's side? Everyone else seemed to.

I was on the ground, laying in the fetal position when Stefan and Trevor were finally done inflicting pain on me. At least this time, my glasses didn't get broken. Just my self-worth. Maybe even a few bones. Honestly, I didn't know. I was in too much pain to pinpoint which part of my body hurt the most.

If now was the best time to call out for help, I should have done it. But I didn't. Instead, I just pushed myself up from the sidewalk and stumbled forward; falling chest first onto my car. I let out a loud cry as the pain just amplified. It was like someone was poking me with a hot branding iron repeatedly or I was trying to find a piece of hay in a huge pile of needles.

It was honestly really hard to breathe but I had to get home. I just had to. My father would probably  be asleep already and as for my sister? I doubt she'd even be home.

So I managed to get the car and drive home.

❀❀

I quietly closed the front door and slid off my shoes. It was nearly 10:30pm at night now. If I hadn't gotten beaten up by Stefan and Trevor, I would have been home around 9:15pm.

I then began to tiptoe towards the kitchen to see if my dad had actually made anything for dinner. Checking the fridge, all I saw was a box of pizza. Don't get me wrong, I love pizza, but this is the fifth time this week. I would cook for myself, but my father says only a woman should be in the kitchen. You can guess that my sister was pretty pissed off about that.

So I opened the box, took out two slices then closed the fridge. After taking a bite out of one of the slices, I headed up the stairs to my room. I knew my father was already asleep; I could hear him loudly snoring. As for my sister? Well, I was right about her not being home.