Say You Love Me (Dana Vaughns Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Leilani’s POV:

Walking back to my room, I couldn’t help but smile. Even though I had basically just told Dana that there was no chance for the two of us being together, he still kissed me and said that he wouldn’t give up.

I decided to stop by the library to do my homework. I was going to borrow a few of the text books and some paper.

I spent about ten minutes walking to the library because it was all of the way on the other side of campus and Saint Lawrence was a very big school.

By the time I started walking back to my dorm, it was six o’clock and already getting dark.

I heard someone call my name and I turned around to see Belle, Penelope, and another one of her friends only a few feet away and getting closer.

As soon as she was close enough, Belle slapped me across the face.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted at her as I cupped my left cheek.

I started to move towards her but then her friends held me back.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I shouted as I struggled, trying to free myself from their grasps. I was much stronger than all three of them alone, but three against one was not a fair fight.

“Why?” their friend smirked.

“So you can steal other people’s boyfriends too?” Penelope spat.

Belle came closer to me and grabbed my face with her hand, nails digging into my cheeks, “Aw. What’s wrong, Lani? Are we hurting the little home wrecker?” she pouted her lips as she tightened he grip on my face causing tears to form in my eyes.

“Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, it’s your fault? Because, you know, the whole slut thing gets boring after a while,” I glared at her.

Her face hardened as she lowered her hands. But then, she quickly raised it to my hair to slam my head down, causing her friends to release me and me to fall to the ground. It was a familiar feeling.

“You would know you fucking bitch!” she shouted, continuing to pull my hair causing my head to move around in different directions, “If anyone’s the slut here it’s you!”

She pulled my hair so hard that I flipped over onto my back. She took that opportunity to kick my already bruised, exposed stomach before saying, “Fucking ugly ass bitch! You think he likes you? You are nothing!” She pinned me down, grabbing my scarred wrists causing me to yelp in pain, “Oh what’s wrong?” she looked at my wrists, ripping off my bracelets, “Oh, looks like someone knows how ugly she is! Well, judging by these damn butterflies, I guess you’ve forgotten. Let me remind you,” she tightened her grip on my wrists, digging her nails into my skin causing me to scream.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I shouted, the pain causing tears to pour down my face.

“Fine,” she smirked, “but first,” she grabbed dirt and rubbed into the cuts she had just made on my wrists causing me to scream again, “There you go bitch!”

She got off of me and kicked my side before walking off with her friends.

After they left, I allowed my body to curl up. My right hand when to my left wrist, I held where she had put the dirt, wincing at the pain.

I don’t know how long I was there for, but by the time I stumbled back into my dorm, Jerr and Adrienne were already asleep. I grabbed my things and walked to the bathroom, cleaning my wounds that Belle had left so that they wouldn’t get infected.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had cuts on my face and my left cheek was bruised. I lifted up my shirt to reveal the bruises from Stephen that were fading and the new bruises that Belle had made. I looked at my whole self, realizing how right Belle was: I was hideous.