Porcelain Dolls <Lashton>

Part Eight

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. ~E. E. Cummings

Luke's POV

"Michael!? Calum!?" I huffed as I looked up at them. "What do you want?"

"What is it about him that gets Ashton's panties in a twist?" Michael sighed.

"I-I'm sorry.. What?"

"It's an expression, dingus." Calum rolled his eyes. "Whenever it comes to picking and bothering you, Ashton get's all defensive about it. Any reason why, Luke?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes.

"Hm.. Well according to Ashton we're not allowed to lay one finger on you." Michael said, pushing his stinky index finger into my face. "But according to Luna, you're the only person she wants taken down."

"What did I do to her?" I huffed.

"Nothing. We're just better than you in every way possible. This place is a food chain and you die or you thrive." Calum flashed a grin.

"Well I would kindly appreciate being left alone." I scoffed.

"Well we only have one request." Michael smiled. They were wicked smiles and I felt my stomach twist with anxiety.

They grabbed my arms and pulled me to the nearest bathroom. It was a men's bathroom but I was expecting something else to happen than what did. Michael held onto me as Calum slipped my shirt over my head and my skirt around my ankles before beginning to laugh.

"You do wear lace panties!" Michael mocked as he pushed so that I tripped and fell near the wall. I heard a couple clicks of a phone's camera and could see Calum snapping pictures of me on the floor, looking pathetic.

I had no idea what to do if I was honest.

Before I knew it, they both were wailing on me before taking a picture of my bloody face and before fidgeting with the stall door. I watched them leave but I had no instinct to pull myself up off the ground.

The day had passed on and I could see the sunset beams through the small window. I pulled myself off of the ground and redressed myself. Feeling violated, I made my way to the door.

I walked outside and could see my belongings still on the ground. So I picked them up and looked down at my phone, seeing a message from a social media site connected to our school's accounts. It was called the Buddy app and made it so we could converse with other students without sharing contact information. Although it was often referred to as the Bully app for its failed attempts at increasing socialization among different groups.

Luna Bells: Sent 7 Images.

Luna Bells: I hope these will teach you that I am in charge Luke. I require your unconditional agreement on all of my requests or I will show this photos to the entire school.

Luna Bells: Don't you worry. I'll give it a week to simmer before I request anything. Okay =) ?

I stood in the same spot and had no idea what to say or do. After all, I was hopeless here. I needed a way out of this school but it almost seemed like there was no other options. I couldn't just transfer schools, the next public school was two hours from here. Any other school my mother would have to pay tuition on and I know she couldn't afford that.

I sat down on the wet grass outside the school and cried as I eventually ended up in darkness of night. I figured I have to pull myself up and head home. So I began to walk down the cracked sidewalk.

If this was a movie, someone would pop out of no where, and pull me out of the rain. But there was no rain, and not one car in sight. No one was going to save me from this torment. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works.

Luna had those pictures and frankly, I didn't really want the school seeing me in nothing but my underwear. I could only imagine what they would say.

Why would Calum and Michael do that? I never did anything to them. I would understand if they would just beat me up but this was a violation of my physical and mental being. I also believe that what they did is illegal on some level. But what was I supposed to do? No one would ever buy a word I said.

My life was so good less than a month ago. I never had to worry about anything but myself.

Why was it that being different meant I had to be hated? I'm sure that everyone is a little different, but they don't experience this because they're too afraid to be honest with who they are. They miss out on all of the opportunities that were within their potential.

I reached my house and opened the door, walking inside I could get a quiet sobbing inside the living room.

"M-Mum..?" I muttered, afraid of what I would see.

"Why me.." She muttered. I didn't think she knew I was there. I circled around the couch to find her head in her knees and a bottle in her left hand. A silver band still wrapped around her index finger.

She raised her head to me and looked at me for a moment. "Go on to bed, dear."

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Fine now go to bed, Luke." She spoke this time a little more aggressive. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Luke I said to go!" My mother screamed and I ran up the stairs as she threw a bottle my way. Barely missing me I ducked into my room and sank down in the corner. Away from the square of moonlight shining through my window.

This was not abnormal behavior out of my mother, when she was in her drunken stupors she often acted aggressively towards anyone she came into contact with. I loved her dearly, so I often tried to ignore it. After all, I knew she didn't mean it, she just got stressed and needed to relieve herself of it.

My mother didn't have a job, she relied on the checks that my father sent home to me. But when he had lost his job, it was harder for him to send money to my mother and I, which would explain what I was doing at this awful school.

AUTHOR'S NOTIFICATION; Arianna

Wow I updated for once in my life, would you look at that.

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