Feminine Wreck

Chapter 1 - Anger

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           Okay, this is my first try at a story like this, and i hope you like the prologue bit. I don't know i just made it up and thought it would fit well so yeah(: oh and to my older readers sorry about the move around with the chapters I just NEEDED to get that first bit in/: enjoy the first chap! ~ Pyro.-.

I take a deep breath. This should be the best time of the day - home time - but in many ways, for me, it wasn't.

You'd think that being bullied in school happened when you were actually attending school, but usually the worst of it happened when you were free and alone, nobody important supervising you to keep sure you're safe.

You have to meet them at exactly half past three each afternoon, or you will risk another beating. You cannot escape - they will find you and punish you even more. I once tried to blend in with the crowd, it worked. Well, when I say it worked, I mean it was good for that day, but the next day I recieved the 'double deal' as they call it - and that was my worst experience with them so far. Well, maybe not my worst...

I let out a breath, and drew another in, in a struggle to calm myself. Although I suffered this every day, you never know what will be in store for you when you got there - a knife, a fist, legs/feet, all were involved in past events.

I tidy myself up, and check my watch, ensuring that it was exactly three thirty. It read Twenty nine past. They liked it when I was early. They weren't as harsh.. presumably...

"Here she is" a familiar voice booms from behind the bike shed, "come here little one, don't be scared!"

How the fuck could I not be Scared!? Despite my thoughts, I continued walking, carefully stepping over people's outstretched legs and trying to ignore the strong smell of pot that clung into my nostrils.

A hand is placed gently on my shoulder, and I am lowered down next to a girl with bleach blonde hair and makeup plastering her otherwise pretty face.

She glances at me for a moment, and I noticed that her sweet brown eyes looked glassy and empty, like there was nothing left of her at all. Drugs, I guess. She scowls at me, and turns back around to talk to someone I couldn't properly see - my eyes were watering because of the strong smell and the smoke was fogging up my vision anyway.

Suddenly, a firm hand pulls my chin around to face an all too familiar person. Oh, well hello there Riley Jenkins.

He smashes his lips onto mine, and, much to my disgust, rams his filthy tongue down my throat. I gag, and he starts laughing. "not got such a good gag reflex there, have you Darling?" he asks me, and everyone else starts to howl with laughter "won't be any use for what I wanted you For! But still.."

I watch in horror as his hand moves down to his fly, which he proceeded to zip open, revealing something I had never wanted to see in my entire life. I had let him do all of this shit to me, but there was no way that I was doing that. I snap out of the unexpected arms that were holding me in place, and lash out at Riley, causing beads of blood to form where my nails had snagged on his skin. He growls, and pulls his fly back up (to my relief), but then gets two stinky, fat kids to pin me down on the floor. Today's punishment was going to be kicks then, was It?

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I drag myself into the public toilets, locking the door quickly and avoiding any eye contact. Once I was safely inside, I examined my self in the mirror. No wonder people had been staring, I looked Dreadful! I already had a black eye forming, and had two fat, purple bruises on both sides of my face. I lift up my top, gently examining the cuts on my chest - I thought it might be possible to have bruised ribs, but what would I know, I go through this kind of abuse every Day.