Bruised, Bullied, and Broken (A One Direction Fan fic)

Bullied

I rod my skateboard all the way to the school listening to my favorite song, Monster by Eminem and Rihanna, as I approched the hell itself. As I walked up to the gates I took 4 slow deep breaths and opened the entrance to the school parking lot.

Southveiw has great gothic arcitecture. It gives hogwarts a run for its money. Along with its large Iron gate at the entrance it is made intierly of large cobblestones and 4 towers in its corner which hlods its librarys and detention room. The all together look is creepy for some people but for me it is beautiful. Everyone in Longston, my town knows it is a good school, not nesissarily a private school it looks like it should be, But on the other hand it kinda is. In this school you must meet a certian criteria, you must be really rich or really poor, not he middle man.

in the words of the head teacher 'I feel that every child, privliged or no, should beable to soar.' In other words she wants to be able to take credit for our sucess later on. She makes me sick but without her I would be on the stupid and broke.

I walk up to the school and immediately saw Harry wearing a plain white t and a leather jumper with his arm around the waist of some cookie cutter, cake faced, bleached blonde whore who was helplessly giggleing. Ugh, just another day in paradise * Note my sarcasm*

I rushed past the 'reserved' section of the parking lot, keeping my head down hoping that Harry wouldn't notice me. I was so close to freedom when I ran into something hard. A person.

"Hey watch where your-" I started as a big strong hand gripped me a little too tight around my forearm and pulled me up. I met a pair of cruel green eyes daggers staring at me.

"Mutt-gomery I thought I told you how much I hate you and your sass!" he growled, and put his hand around my throat.

"I... I'm so.... I didn't mean to I swear! Please." I begged I knew I might be begging for my life. Yeah I know I'm a coward I should fight back but I can't not ever. I work for his family. 

I'm there maid and I need that job. Both me and Lilianna need that job. It's the only thing keeping us away from Cruella Di Vile. I can't do much for the other kids but I could at least keep her safe.

No matter how much I hate her. She doesnt deserve Cruella.

"Don't bother apologizing, Mutt you just made our 'play time' way worse. He gave me a cruel smile and I shudder. This bastered is nuts as in phyic ward nuts.

He squeezed his hand a little tighter cutting off my air way. I struggle and do the only thing I can do. Claw at him. But he hates it when I fight back so he frowned and let out a primal growl as he dropped me on the ground and punched me across my face really hard. It hurt like hell. He didn't even look at me he just walked back over to the 'reserve'-I like to call it that like the animal reserve cuz' they are all animals- and he was greeted with high fives and the plastic surgeons dream hanging all over him telling him he did a good job.

I snort and walk into the school. These people are Neanderthals. I hurry to my locker to see the word 'slut' written on it. 5 bucks says a slut actually wrote this. I take out my mideum sized paint brush and paint over the word. I like to paint anyway might as well keep my skills sharp.

I rush to homeroom, math (just what i need at 7:30a.m) to see Harry sitting in the back with his feet on the table leaning back. A brunette was sticking her tounge so far down his throat it was like she was trying to find the cure for cancer in there. I groan and mutter "I should get you a glass of water if your that thirsty" a bump almost knocked me over when I saw the 4 guys I hate the most right next to Harry. My I introduce the rest of the asshole gang.

Zayn Malik, the moody 'bad boy', loves back leather jackets his motorbike, tattoos, and kicking me.

Louis Tomilson, the fun one of the group, loves colors, jokes, making up names for me like Gazelle Mutt-gomery, and bitch slapping me.