Blood Within Love [Editing And Checking For Errors]

Even Old Friends Can Become Enemies {6}

Her eyes began to water as her stomach was tied in knots. She was laying on the floor curled into a ball as her classmates began to throw things and pour things onto her. Her hair was wet along with her clothes, bits of food decorated her shirt and skirt as one of the girls among the crowd threw bits of candy. Asami used this to her advantage and walked over to the crying girl.“You may try and seem strong but, we all know one more incident could break you forever.  Girls, hold her down.”

Within seconds, four girls pinned Sawako to the floor. She struggled against the weight and strength, trying to free herself from the situation. “Let's see what he left on your body, it must have been hard on your small body. You had so many kids with so many men that you could probably fill an orphanage by now.” She spoke,  her words were poison. Asami pulled Sawako's shirt up,  revealing the stretch marks she had from when she was carrying Sapphire. “Now let's see the rest of the damage down below,” she whispered quietly as she attempted to pull down Sawako's skirt, only to be stopped but a familiar someone.

Two hours earlier.

Kotoro had woken up feeling groggy and slightly annoyed. He got dressed and placed his bag over his shoulder. He didn't have time to make breakfast so he went to the bakery he usually saw Sawako go into and got some hot chocolate and a slice of chocolate cake for breakfast and ordering a regular vanilla cake for him and Sawako to share during lunch.

Making his way to the school he saw a few guys laughing at something on their phones,  it was a live video of a group of girls surrounding a girl on the floor. It didn't take him long to realize that was his school uniform and that the girl was Sawako. The redheaded girl in the video pulled up Sawako's shirt to reveal the marks on her stomach and her bra.

Present time.

He ran inside and up the stairs, seeing the group of girls in a crowd he pushed through them and shoved the red head as soon as Sawako's skirt was pulled down, revealing the black lace of her clothes underneath. She laid there, a crying mess of food and other substances.

“Are you okay?” He asked  concerned and angry at what these girls had done to her. “Please don't look at me…” She turned away  ashamed that she was seen like this,pathetic. He stood up and picked Sawako off the floor, “let's go get you cleaned up.” With that he walked away from the group of angry girls and into the nurse's office. The nurse wouldn't be here for another hour but he still wanted to help her. “I'll go find you some clothes, you stay here and use the shower to clean up,” he went off to the front office to see if they could let him borrow a spare uniform. Meanwhile, Sawako began to take off her clothes and put them on one of the beds, stepping into the shower. She had forgotten that she needed her underwear so she stepped out to grab them, washing them as she washed herself. He came back and set the clothes next to her dirty ones,  then placing a towel on the door so she could cover herself. She opened the door and wrapped the towel around her, stepping out into the cold tiled floor. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” her eyes were slightly red from crying and her hair was draped over her chest so the floor wouldn't get too wet. He sighed and placed his hit chocolate down, “It's alright, I’m just glad you weren't physically hurt, it could have been a lot worse. I'm glad I got there when I did.”

Sawako sat on one of the beds and waited for her clothes to dry off enough for her to get dresses.

It had been half an hour or so since she was humiliated, her mental wounds would stay. Kotoro had fallen asleep on the bed beside hers and she decided to go and get dressed. Grabbing the spare clothes she went into the shower and slipped into her undergarments and skirt. Kotoro had slightly woken up and saw the pixelated silhouette of a girl in the shower. He got ideas but pushed them aside and went back to sleep. As soon as he did, Sawako walked out and dried her hair off. Her stockings had been ruined as well so now she was stuck with showing her legs for the rest of the day. She put her shoes on and proceeded to wake up Kotoro. Seeing a gleam of metal on the tip of his finger, she stepped back and grabbed his attention. “What's wrong Iwasaki?” She looked over and him and walked forward. “Nothing, let's just go to class,” she walked beside him, pulling at her skirt to keep it down. She didn't like the attention she got from everyone when her legs were exposed and cursed the school for having this short skirt as part of the mandatory uniform. Kotoro still didn't know what was so different about this girl.