A Broken Hearted Girl {Wattys2014}

Part 2 The Past Still Haunts the Present

The rest of the day went on as it does for me everyday since a year and a half ago. Me going to class, sitting in the back, getting teasing comments and evil glares from Tasha and her little followers, guys sending lustful looks and sexual comments my way at every turn.

It had already been a long day and it was only lunch time. Right now I was in the girls bathroom at the end of the main hallway staring at the sink mirror looking at my hollow expression for the second time today. I had been in here since before the start of lunch hour. I never went to lunch, especially after the last time, which means I hadn't gone inside the school cafeteria since the middle of my sophomore year, I'm a junior now. I know it's pathetic of me but, I'd rather starve all day then go through what I went through the last time.

I had to close my eyes to stop the memories from trying to invade my mind. Opening my eyes again I continued to gaze at my facial features. My eyes were bloodshot from the crying I had ended up doing immediately after entering this bathroom. My cheeks were all blotchy and red and I looked tired. The reason for my tears, Mark Slade.

After running outside this morning after the little confrontation with Tasha in the main hall, I had told myself not to let them get to me today, that I was not going to shed tears over their cruel behavior towards me and had gone to my locker when I had finally calmed myself down. I was doing fine ignoring everyone until my last class just before lunch began.

I was sitting in the back of the class, as I usually do in every class, waiting for the teacher to enter and begin. The class room was almost full of students lounging around and talking to each other. This was a English class, so we all had our individual desks line up into four rows. I hated this class, not because of the teacher or the work, but because it seem almost every person besides maybe five or six students were from the popular or 'it' crowd and they did everything in their power to make my life suck while in this class.

On this particular day it seemed this morning wasn't enough for them. There was about five minutes left before class started and the teacher was still nowhere in sight. Tasha and four other girls from her little group came in the door and sat by the few guys they usually hang with. Some from the football team some from the basketball team. As soon as she spotted me she gave me a sneer. For the most part that didn't bother me, I was to concentrated on the class door focusing on the one person that made me hate this class more than anything.

'Maybe he's not here today, I didn't see him this morning so maybe I could relax a bit today' I hoped silently. As soon as those words went through my head, in walks the person who ruined everything for me and the cause of my endless teasing and torture. Mark Slade. As soon as I saw him I quickly looked away from his face. My heart started to drum in my chest and my breathing picked up considerable, not because I had some undying love for him, no it was because every time I saw him memories of when my life turned upside down shot through my head and claimed every emotion I ever felt.

Mark was a tall boy, maybe about 6" 1, he was on the basketball and football team. He was an all American as people would call it. His striking good looks couldn't be denied not even by me, even considering how much I hated the guy with a passion. He was well built with light brown skin and dark brown eyes. He kept his hair in a low fade cut and had full lips. Mark was indeed a good looking boy, but his looks were deceiving. Because under those charming smiles and breathtaking features he was a cruel and evil individual.

How do I know? Because he was the one who started everything. He's the one who changed the way everyone looked at me. He had everyone but me fooled.

As he made his way into the class to take a seat next to Tasha and the rest of their group I kept my head down and focused on a book I was trying to read sitting on my desk. 'Please don't let him see me today, please don't let him see me' I chanted in my mind wishing to god that he would ignore me today for once.

Like it had seemed all day today my wishes were ignored. I glanced up from my book, which I haven't even read a word of yet, and caught his dark evil eyes staring at me. I started to feel my hands shake just at the sight of his eyes on me and when I caught the huge smug grin coming across his face i knew, he was about to make my life hell.

"Oh, look who it is, Kierra Smith, sorry I missed the events this morning. That would have been fun to watch." Mark said his grin getting wider and making everyone in class stare directly at me.

I looked at the clock hoping that it was time for class to begin, but we still had three minutes and the teacher was still out of the classroom. 'Where in the world is the teacher anyway.' I thought, wishing he would magically appear and save me from the humiliation I knew was about to come. When I looked back at Mark he was on his feet and making his way over to me. My eyes almost went wide, but I managed to just look away so he wouldn't see my fear.

With a loud voice so everyone could here he said "Kierra, Kierra where were you this morning? I was waiting for you in the bathroom so we could finish what we started last night," he said this as huskily as possible smiling from ear to ear. I just looked at him pleading with my eyes for him to stop. He knew as well as I did that we didn't do anything last night. I was at home in my bed crying, trying to get over yesterdays torture that him and the rest of his friends put me through. But he knew what he was doing. He knew since he was nowhere near the main hall this morning they would believe him. They always believed his lies. I stopped trying to defend myself long ago when I realized no one would ever believe me.

"That's ok, I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. You know just how I like it too. Maybe after I'm done with you, you can hook my dude up over there." he said pointing to one of his friends.

I didn't even look over there, I already knew the expression that would be on that guys face.

Right after that the first bell went off indicating class would start in one minute. But I hardly heard it, all I could think about was crying. All I wanted to do was stand up and yell in everybody's faces that he was lying, that he made everything up. But I knew it would be no use. I've tried that many times and no one ever listened. No one.

As he started to laugh and the glares from Tasha and her little friends started to come I was on the way to breaking down right then and there. My breathing was getting shallow and I felt myself starting to hyperventilate.

"Told you she was a slut," I heard Tasha say to her friends, "She'd sleep with anyone, cuz that's the only way any guy in his right mind would even look at her."

She made sure to speak clear and loud for the whole class to hear, "Hell, they probably put a paper bag over her face before they do anything with her," she said that last part with a smug smile on her lips.

I couldn't hold it in anymore I could feel my insides churning. I felt like I was going to die trying to hold in the deep sobs that wanted to come out of my mouth. So I stood up abruptly and grabbed my stuff just as the last bell sounded through the classroom. But before I could make a run for it Mark stood up to grab my arm and said so only I could hear, "I can take anything I want from you, you know that and so do I, or have you forgotten." he put a smile on his face so it would look like he was teasing me again, but his words were anything but teasing.

I yanked my arm from his hold and walked as fast as I could out of the room just as the teacher was walking in. Without stopping I brushed past him and raced out the door. I could faintly hear the teacher yelling "Hey, where do you think your going?" but I just ignored him and would face the consequences later.

That's why I'm in this bathroom and that's why I would rather not leave. I just don't have the energy right now. Still facing the mirror I said "I'm skipping." in a matter of fact tone and collected my things to go home. I'll just deal with the cold, anythings better than staying here today.

So with my mind made up I walked out the back door that led to the student parking lot and started to walk home. When I got there I ran straight upstairs, not even thinking about ordering dinner with the money that my mother left for me, and closed my bedroom door behind me.

It wasn't until I stripped my clothes and got in the shower that I started to sob as hard as I could. Letting the hot water of the shower head rinse over me, while I tried to get my past memories out of my head.

Yes it had been a very long and very draining day. But I go through this everyday, and everyday it gets worse.

I hate my life..