Mute (2nd version) Narry

Chapter 2

I sat there, alone, eating my sandwiches, people kept glancing in my general direction but as the group of boys were wrestling each other just in front of me, I presumed they were looking at them and not me, after all who would want to?
Suddenly Louis, one of the 'bad boys' of the group approached me. He said something but I couldn't read what he was saying, but I recognised one word that made my blood run cold, 'hit' I had no idea the context, but the thoughts were racing around my head, he wanted to hit me at some point. I sat there, him towering over me, watching his lips for anything else he wanted to say. He said something else, I'm not sure what, then left. All eyes were on me, watching for a fight but I just remained there. People started leaving to go to lessons so I took that as my cue as well and stood up to go to chemistry. We were doing redox reactions and we had to pair up, like usual everyone else quickly split up and went with their friends. I was used to this by now and went off to get a pair of goggles, I was just working by myself it seemed. But to my horror all the trays were taken, each pair had already picked one. I glanced around not sure what to do, the teacher saw me looking and wrote down on the mini whiteboard I carried with me that I would need to join a pair to make a three. I wasn't sure who to join, no one wanted me tagging along. Louis put his hand up and the teacher pointed in the direction of him. I think I was meant to join him and Harry styles. This was just extra time Louis could improve his punches, using me to practice. I took an uninvolved approach to the practical activity, the two boys laughing and pouring chemicals into the beaker causing masses of gas to be produced, not what we were meant to be doing at all. Louis 'accidentally' poured the chemicals over my hand as I stood watching another pair so I could observe the correct reaction. The chemicals burned into my skin, causing it to go red and painful. I took a step to go to the bathroom to wash it off but a body blocked my path, Zayn. He pushed me backwards into Louis, who in turn pushed me forwards again into zayn. I was the new game. The boys were enjoying it so much they didn't realise the teacher walking over. She obviously thought I was one of the ones messing around because she wrote 'detention' on my board before walking off. Great more time spent at this hell-hole. We packed the equipment away and put away our books and pencil cases, waiting for the bell for lunch, but Louis, Harry, zayn and I all had to stay behind. The teacher wrote 'wash the test tubes and beakers' on my board so I knew what my punishment was then, to my dismay, she went for lunch leaving the boys and I to serve our punishment. As soon as she left, the boys turned to me. Louis got a sharp hit in the side of my head whilst zany decided to twist my arm as far up my back as he could. Harry just turned to clean the test tubes, not helping them but not stopping them either, a second punch by Louis and I was on the floor, curled up, not even trying to fight back. I had given up I just wanted them to stop. And they did. They left me laying there as the ran out of the room and down the hall, leaving just me and Harry. I got up nervously, would Harry do anything? He turned to look at me and carried on cleaning. I wondered if I should help Harry or clean up my face. I decided just to help Harry and grabbed the cloth to start drying. We continued silently, him not saying a word, at least I didn't think so. Once we had finished he glanced at me, made the smallest of nods then left the room, leaving me there to grab my bag and coat before the teacher came in to ask about my face and the huge bruise I knew I had now. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, it was worse than I thought, it was so obvious. I knew none of the students would say anything to me they knew who had done it and why but I was worried the teachers might notice, hell I didn't need social services round at my house and I couldn't snitch on Louis. I made it to my last lesson of the day: biology. None of the boys were in my class, it was mainly girls and I sat by myself. As I got seated the teacher looked at me as if she was deciding whether to ask about my face, but she decided against it as she carried on with the class. It was boring and my mind wandered into my own thoughts. At the end of the lesson, we all packed up and left, the teacher never questioning my physical state. I walked the long way home, arriving to an empty house. I ran up to Greg and his girlfriend's room, Greg was my older brother and his girlfriend always wore makeup, I had to find a way to hide my face before my dad arrived home. Her makeup bag was filled with all kinds of bottles of I don't know what but I saw a small pot with 'concealer' on the lid, as I wanted to conceal my bruises I decide this was the best product and applied some, my cold fingers causing me to reflex a little as I applied the cream. It didn't completely hide it but it would do, I thought to myself as I hurriedly put it back in the same place and ran to my room, just in time for Greg to walk in the house.

Authors note:
Sorry this is a long chapter but I need to get the background stuff in at the minute
Hope you enjoyed it though, let me know

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Saskia