The Principal 2

Chapter 13

***Hey guys it's Saturday***
-May 31-
-jessica-
I woke up a chill going through my body, I hear the door open. An air horn is sounded through the room, I don't react and stay motionless on the mattress. I hear footsteps approaching me, I bury myself into the corner, trying to make myself smaller. It's a stupid attempt, but I hate everyone here. I pray to God he goes away. My prayers were not answered because he kept inching forward.

"I can still see you, sweetheart," he said making me cringe, I still don't move.

He comes right next to me, his breath right on me. My eyes stay screwed shut. His hand glides across my face. I cry out in pain, "what was that for, I'm trying to sleep," I angrily spit at him.

"Sleepy time is over, get up."

When I don't move he grabs my hair and throws me onto the floor. I now lie on the floor motionless, "get up you stupid bitch," he screams in my ear.

"Make me you fucking shithead," I retort.

I'm greeted with a kick to the side, when this doesn't work, he stomps on my head. The pain is unbearable.

"Please stop," I beg, tears staining my cheeks.

"Then stand up you worthless slut," he fires.

The physical and verbal abuse I get is unbelievable. I get on my knees, I prop one leg up and and stand to my feet.

"Happy," I said brushing my pants.

"Extremely."

"If you want some food follow me."

I follow him out of the room, not knowing what lies ahead of me. I am brought into a room with a table with a few chairs. I takes a seat, Mr.Smith sits across from me. I didn't dare look at him, my eyes were glued to the table.
"I'll be back," he said, like I gave a shit if he returned.

Soon he came back with two styrofoam cups, he placed one in front of me. I looked at the dark liquid inside. "How do I know you didn't spike this."

"I already have you, there's no reason to."

I cup my hands around the cup, the warmth of the cup instantly warms up my freezing hands. I bring the cup to my lips. The liquid slides into my mouth, I swallow it.

"See, I'm not a complete asshole."

I almost laugh at his response. He gets up from his seat and leaves the room again.

When he returns he has a plate of food in his hand. He places it in front of me. There's eggs some toast and bacon.

"Wow."

"I'm actually an amazing cook."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," I put the egg and bacon on the toast and make a sandwich. I'm super skeptical right now, why is he being so nice to me? Something bad is bound to happen. I take a bite out of the sandwich and it actually doesn't taste like shit.

"What do you think," he asks in anticipation.

"Not horrible," I honestly tell him.