Promise I Will

11

Water.

Surrounding my head. Each time my head goes under it surrounds me again. I hate Olivia, no, I loathe her. Head goes under again and then my hair is yanked from my head, lifting my head from the toilet bowl once more. "What's wrong? Need to pee?" She snarls.

My heart almost stops in my chest as I am thrown out of the stall and dragged behind her and out into the school parking lot. The sun stings my eyes. I feel like a vampire burning in the sun's light.

My legs ache with pain. My stomach lurched in my throat and my head spinning and dazed. I hear the cruel laugh of a man. If you could call him a man. Olivia's boyfriend. Evil as her, maybe worse. They work together. They think like each other.

The cigarette hanging from his mouth wiggles as he lets out his breath from laughing hysterically. At, me none the less. My mouth curls into a look of disgust and Olivia's sly chuckle mixes with the evil before me.

"Little slut. I don't think she's had enough for today." I hear Olivia insist. I whimper for mercy and drop to my knees and hang my head low. My body was abandoned, but not long after my arm is picked up and is held with a firm grip.

The grip is different. But I don't bare look up. I notice the hand feels too calloused to be Olivia's. It might be Aiden's.

"Hit the little bitch... Or better yet burn her." Olivia's crude voice screeches.

I'm too weak to pull my arm back or move or do a single thing. A moan escapes my lips as the burning tip of Aiden's cigarette is pressed down against my wrist. The bone that sticks up on your wrist, now holds a burning red, bleeding burn. My voice lets out a scream of pain, but I don't know why I even bother.

"My turn to have fun."

My sweater that barley sat on my shoulders anymore is ripped from my body and I'm left in my tank.

"Hold down for me." Aiden's voice is stern.

"But is my turn." She states.

"Hold her down." He demands once more. I hear Olivia huff out a breathy grunt but obeys his orders. My eyes screw shut as her hands take a hold of my arms and loops hers so that both my arms are bound behind me.

I don't open my eyes. I have a bad feeling.

"I like a girl with boobs." I feel the hot breath hit the side of my face and hand travels to the bottom of my shirt. It's lifted a bit and some skin is revealed. My face contorts with disgust and I wince, knowing what is to come.

"You like that, don't you?" he hums, and his hand runs up my stomach and lifts my shirt over my bra. His hand takes my left breast in his hand.

Tears fall down my face. I can't do anything to stop this. I'm scared. My heart rated speeds up more and more as his hands slip inside my bra and I can feel his skin on mine.

"You're sick." I spit.

"Shut up!" I'm ordered. A hand strikes my face and I can still feel the sting it leaves behind. I groan in pain and laughter fills my ears.

My belt is fiddled with and pulled out of its loops. The button is popped open and I feel a hand inching its way in.

"Eyes open, sweetheart."

I keep my eyes closed. "Fine. The hard way it is then."

A punch is forced into my stomach and then another and then another. I taste blood. My eyes stay closed. I can't bare to open them.

"Little bitch!" My arms are let free and the actions are doubled. Kicks from behind and in front of my come hurling at me. I lay on the ground, unable to move, unable to speak or scream or yell or anything.

My shirt is still rolled above my chest and I can still feel the contact of his skin on mine. This is by far, the worst, it's ever been. The gravel on the ground presses into my skin.

"HEY! What on earth!" An unidentified voice yells from what I think is the school, but how would I know. My eyes are super glued closed, and my head is spinning.

"Fuck!" And the actions stop.