Insecure •a Michael Clifford fan fiction•

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Sophie's POV

I was walking down the corridor, until I felt somebody's hand grab mine and the other hand was on my mouth so I couldn't scream out.

That  somebody was bringing me into a dark room and I never was more afraid in my life.

It definitely was a he because of his strong grip. What is going to happen to me ?

I guess I deserve it because I'm fat, ugly and worthless.

As he closed the door, and let me down, I ran in the corner of the room.

I felt his cold steps he was taking towards me and my eyes started to water. Fuck.

As he came closer his figure was bigger and bigger.

Than he turned the lights on and my eyes widened even more.

That someone was Ben. Shit. Now he will beat me to death. Great.

" Ben ?" My small voice spoke up.

" Yes sweetheart. " he pauses. But the usual smirk wasn't on his face.  " It's me"

" What do you want ?" I ask.

" You " He said and the smirk appeared on his face. I was even frightened now.

" Stand up " his strong voice said and I did as I was told.

"Come here" He said and I did.

I stood there next to him, and he pulled even closer, so that our chests were touching.

What the fricking hell ?

" I'm sorry" he says and I look at him as he was the fucking queen.

What the fuck does he mean ?

" What? " I asked.

" I'm sorry " He said and I looked at him like he was crazy.

" For what ?" I ask. I mean I know what he means, but I won't fucking forgive him what he had done, because it's unforgivable what he and his friends have done. I mean you would do the same if four people have been bullying you since you were 13.

" I'm sorry that we've been bullying you. " he said, and I coldly pushed him away from me, and started walking to the door, but his big cold hand reached after mine.

As he grabbed my hand he pulled me back to his chest and I never felt more disgusted. 

" Do you forgive me ?" He asked and  I gave him a glare.

" Is that a no ?" He asked whit hope in his eyes.

Fakeeeee.

I laughed bitterly, and answered him.

" Yes, it's a big no." I said.

" Why ?!" He asked anger rising in his voice.

" Because you put me more than once in hospital, because of you I have a miserable life, and because I promised myself that I won't ever forgive someone who has hut me." I answered and he had some strange look in his eyes and I knew this wouldn't end well.

And in the next moments, something happened that I'd been expecting.

He pushed me away, on the floor where he kicked me in the stomach, ribs, in my face and many other places.

He grabbed my hair, and threw me against the wall, wich was really painful, but you know I'm numb now, I don't feel anything now.

Suddenly I didn't felt any pain, and then I knew that he stopped.

I slowly opened my eyes to see his furious eyes looking at me, scanning my whole body, scanning the damage he has done.

I won't lie it's hurts like hell.

He looked once more at me, and than walked out of the room.

I didn't even realize that I was crying until I felt wet drops on my cold, lifeless hands. Luckily, I don't have any class now, so I have the time to clean up, or even go home.

But than I remembered that I have detention today. Cool. Note my sarcasm.

I started moving my fingers, and my hands, but it just hurt so much.

You can do this. Where the fuck is that coming from ?

I move my arms and my head and tried to stand up, but it hurt so much that I just fell on the floor again.

I groaned in pain and frustration, because I just can't take it anymore.

My arms, legs, stomach, head and neck hurts so bad,that  I probably have to go to the hospital, because of what Ben has done. 

Did he and the others plan this on purpose, for me to die? Or is it just him who lost his temper, because of what I had told him ?

Oh holy fuck.

After laying on the floor like 15 minutes I finally tried to stand up, and I succeeded.

I grabbed my things, wich resulted in me groaning in pain.

I slowly walked to the bathroom, where luckily no one was in.

Than I walked to the mirror, to see that my face was so damaged that I couldn't recognize myself.

There was blood on my forehead, my nose was bleeding, my lips were swollen, and my eyes were bloodshot from the crying.  The other parts of my face started turning purple.

I than took my sweatshirt off and saw on my arms were big purple bruises, bleeding.

I then lifted my T shirt up so I could see big purple bruises bleeding like it was no tomorrow. Fuuuuck.

I then started washing my face with my bleeding hands. And I did the same with my arms.

As I finished I threw my sweatshirt on, and decided to go to the detention room.

I started walking, but so slow that even a snail would be faster then me.

After ten minutes, I arrived to the detention room and took my phone and the detention paper out of my bag.

I walked into the room, and went to the desk to give teacher the paper.

" Go and sit down, you have to stay one hour here" He says and I just nodded, because I was too numb to speak.

As I turned around and as my eyes scanned the room for a seat, but then my eyes were caught by one person I thought I won't see today. But luck wasn't on my side.

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