I have been sitting here in the toilet cubicle for at least half an hour. Crying my heart out. I honestly don't care if i miss class. I have needed to get all the tears out for a while. I needed to get all the anger and hurt out before i burst.
Every horrible word said to me just makes another crack in my heart. I feel like it could crumble at any moment. Every single word just makes me feel even worse about myself.
Every time they insult me i end up with another scar on my wrist. Or thigh. Or stomach.
It hurts because they really don't care what they are doing to me. They don't care that i hurt myself. They may not know but they must assume, since i wear long clothes all the time. Even in summer. And i dread swimming. Because it means i have to wear bathers.
I battle whether or not i should go to class or just skip this period so i can just sit here covered in my own tears. I decide i should go to class. It wouldn't be good to sit there thinking. It would just open more healing wounds.
I grab my books and slowly walk to class. Dreading what the teacher will say. I am not a geek but i am not dumb. I actually try hard to get good grades but only because if i am smart enough i can get into NYU. So i wont have to be anywhere near Harry. And i will be able to start a life for myself there.
Its the first day of term two. Half way through the year. So i will probably get a detention and a very long lecture about being late. but i could care less.
As I approach the door. I take a deep breathe before knocking and walking in. All eyes on me. Harry of course smirking a long with his group. His group consists of, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Liam, Who is actually really nice when he's not around the leader. also known as Harry. They all play basketball and are really sporty. They are all good looking that's probably why they are the most popular guys along with their bad ass persona.
"Ebony! where have you been!? you have missed half of your first lesson of term. I am horrified. Take a seat next to Harry and copy what he as written" The words 'take a seat next to Harry' repeat over and over in my head. I gulp and slowly walk over to him. Eyes not reaching his.
I slowly sit next to Harry. Moving my chair as far away from his as possible.
"EWWW. EBONY SMELLS" He yells. Everybody laughing along with him. The teacher telling everyone to quiet down. I feel a lump in my throat. I have a feeling that this will be a very long day....
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After what felt like forever, it comes to Art. i skip to class in glee. A bright smile on my face. But that smile drops as soon as i see Harry sitting in MY seat. He better not be in this class..
I muster up all the courage i can get
"Harry. Your in my seat"
"Fuck off" he continues his chat with Louis. Yes Louis is in my Art class. But he never says much to me.
"No. Get out of my seat"
"No bitch now get away from me before your horrible stench becomes permanent on my clothes" Louis and him laugh
Which makes me fume!
"GET OUT OF MY SEAT YOU DICKHEAD" I'm pretty sure everyone is looking at me but i dont care. I just keep staring at Harry's surprised but angered face. Oh no.
He stands up. His height towering over me.
"What. Did you just call me?" He seethes
"I called you a dickhead" Wow, where did all this confidence come from?
Before i can laugh i feel a deep stinging on my cheek. He slapped me. He just slapped me. That's it. He has pushed me too far. I can almost feel the smoke coming out of my ears. Before i can think about what im doing my fist comes in contact with his nose. Yeah, I'm not as weak as everybody thinks. I took up boxing to make myself feel safer. I am actually pretty good.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING. BOTH OF YOU TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE" Mr Thompson's voice makes me stop smirking. I look over at Harry to find his nose is bleeding. Serves him right.
Harry walks at least two metres behind me. Glaring whilst holding his nose.
"You fucking bitch. I will make your life a living Hell" All my confidence is gone and now i am almost trembling in fear. Not just because of Harry's threat but what mother Mary would say when she finds out i went to the principles office for hitting someone.
As we walk through the door. We come face to face with a very angry principle.
"What happened here?"
"She hit me-he slapped me" We both say at the same time. He sighs.
"I will be talking to both of your parents" I'm not sure that he knows I'm a foster child
"And you will have to come to the school everyday after school and clean up for two weeks"
"Now can i please get your parents phone numbers so i can call them. Right now, in front of you" Harry grumbles and once again gives me the death stare
I write down the phone number for the adoption centre and Harry does the same. Mr Mackenzie (the principle) Calls Harry's parents first. You can here his parents voices shouting in the phone. Harry looks scared and angry. Next the principle calls the number i gave him. Me trembling.
"Hello, is this the mother of Ebony Swan? this is her principle calling" When i hear her voice speak through the phone, Mr Mackenzie gives me a sympathetic look but tells her everything that happened
"You can both go now. Both your parents and carers are very disappointed and angry. I hope you both learned a valuable lesson" We both nod and walk back to class. Harry throwing insults at me half the time.
By the time we get back to class there is ten minutes left. Great. In another fifteen minutes i will have to come face to face with and angry, mother Mary.
"You can all leave early" Mr Thompson says.
"NO" Harry and I both shout simultaneously at the same time. Mr T just glares and shoos us out.
I meet Grace at the gate and as we walk back i tell her everything that happened.
"HE SLAPPED YOU" She screams, horrified.
"Well at least i hit him back?" I try to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, serves him right" She grumbles and we come up to the front door. I gulp before Opening the door. And as soon as i do, i get many many questions thrown at me.
This is going to be a long after noon....
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Complications // Harry Styles
أدب الهواةEbony Swan. Adopted by her biggest enemie's parents. What happens when she has to live with the one person she despises the most. The one person who has made her life hell. The one person that has more secrets than the amount of tatoos on his body...
