battle scars // h.s

Chapter 24.

*Lillian POV*

School resumes today, I’m dreading it so much. I never in my wildest dreams would have pictured my senior year to be like this. Hurry up GCSE’s!

I woke up late and practically ran to school, with a few minutes to spare.

Walking into the school and to my locker people were staring at me, whispering something as well.

Of course they always do this, but this time it seemed like a lot more people. What could possibly be going around this time.

“…so I did a little research on ‘Emma Morris’ and found quite a bit of dirt.”

I flew around furious to be met with the one and only, Harry of course.

“Yeah? And what did you find out?” I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know the answer.

“That your mum was a big time druggie and Emma was forced to work for the dealer. She was forced to sell cocaine. Isn’t that right, Jace?” Harry said and Jace came out from around the corner.

My jaw dropped and my face reddened by a million. How did Harry know Jace? Why did Jace tell Harry this? What’s going on?

“You jerk!” I screamed and the hallway fell silent. Great they all know now for sure and are all here to witness this.

“I told you to watch yourself Lillian.” Jace sleazed. He repulsed me.

My attention turned to a proud smiling Harry. I walked up to him my face blank and he definitely started to sweat. His smile dropped and his stance straightened, he doesn’t know what’s coming.

“How could you?” I asked my voice eerily low. “Just when I thought I could trust you in the slightest.” I scoffed, my own naïve nature surprising me.

“You disgust me. You should be ashamed of yourself. Your whole family would puke if they saw who you really are. I can’t believe I bought your sincere crap, I guess I was wrong about you. But I know one thing…” I spit and Harry looked a little guilty?

“I may have scars and a past that isn’t great, but you, your past, present and future will lead you one place.” I said and he chuckled.

“And where is that princess?” he said sitting his head close to my face.

“Hell.” I whispered as I struck him across the face. His nose trickled blood as I picked up my bag and walked as calmly as I could out of that shit hole excuse of a school. Right as I reached the street the faint sound of the bell could be heard. I didn’t turn around as I walked home…

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Once at my flat I pulled out my phone choking back tears of humiliation as I dialed Emma’s number.