Escape

Rae 4/ Dahlia 1 (5)

The buzzing butterfly was our schools own Facebook. Everyone's gossip slip up and mix up could be found on that block and the only way it didn't is if you were buddy buddy with the owner of that blog. Caia Dawson was the center of everyone's love and hate. She both broke and brought back relationships, outed And closeted gays, posted answers to tests and exposed who stole them in the first place. Personally I don't like paparazzi wannabes because I think there annoying but I sure felt for her she Rogers found the blog.
And hated the content.

I had heard that she started the scarlet scandal. The scarlet scandal was an incident that happened last year and about a junior. Let's just say she slept around but everyone has there demons and I am not one to judge. Because there are a lot of provocative people at my school a case of chlamydia came about, and she started the spread. So in total three girls (not including scarlet) and seven guys contracted chlamydia all in one week. Naturally the buzzing butterfly covered the scandal and outed poor scarlet as the super skank who gave ten people chlamydia in one week. Her words not mine. So she tried to kill herself. And she almost succeeded. It was a sad event to me and a Hilarious event to others. It also led to suicidal  prevention assemblies and a lot of people following sue as a joke. The only difference is she went the long way and they went the short way. One way for attention and the other for results. This was also that breaking story that made the buzzing butterfly noticeable to even schools a town away. Before this story her blog was just a gossip column that everyone thought wasn't worth reading.  She went on to right about many people. Almost everyone in the school. Faculty as well. There was even a column or two about me.

And now this psycho maniac Rogers has everyone's dirty laundry. How he even knew about it was beyond me, I guess the high school blog reached jail. That kind of bugs me.

He knew everything and how he could remember it all was baffling. He knew about how Caia was the author, that Sydney had alcohol problem, that my poor Dahlia was suicidal and worst of all he knew my dad was a cop. The cop that arrested him. He looked at me as he said it. Venom is his words and anger in his eyes. I'll admit that it scared me but I did well not to show it. It didn't help that Dahlia was cowering and clinging to me. This was not a good situation. Suprisingly he turned his unwavering wage to Scarlet. He picked out a few other girls. A sophmore cheerleader, the student councel president, and even a freshmen that I knew nothing about. She was wearing plain clothes and had a binder that had rock band names all on the cover. She clinged it fearfully as if she was saying goodbye, as if she knew she was going to die. he continued pointing and calling girls from all grades and my heart sank when he pointed in the direction of me and Dahlia. The worst part was that he was not pointing at me. 

The men pulled her away from me no matter how hard we fought and the girls were brought down to the locker rooms. 

And there I stood, dumbstruck. I was in the middle of an internal conflict. Do I run after her even though theres a chance that I might die. Do I stay and let whatever he does to her happen. All of a sudeden there were screams, screams that pierced my heart and let my adrenaline take over. I dashed to the door but was stopped buy one of the men. I started to yell and cry for Dahlia but my voice was muffed by whoever else was screaming and by Rogers laughing. Each tear that came from my eyes stung like a bullet. I could do nothing. I was helpless.

                                                                                             Dahlia

As I was being taken down to the locker rooms with the other girls I was taken back to my childhood. To when my father would take me down to the basement and beat my sister my mother and I. To when my only escape. My only freedom was to cut. I would cut for attention for help, as a cry to be set free. Now that he's in jail I barely cut anymore. Only when I have a bad day. But now I am being wisked away to the lockers to be killed or worse. 

Four men lined us ten girls up against the lockers and tied a few of us up so we could not move. Then they just stood there watching us, sizing us up. I wondered if it was to see who to kill first but I was now proved wrong. Four girls were roughly forced to the floor. There clothes ripped of and there mouths covered. A few seconds later they were being raped. a few girls started screaming and fighting against the restraints. I also started to cry. My mind wandering to if it would be next to Rae. As selfish as it is I wanted her down here with me. To face this with me and comfort me. Let me not be alone in this fate. I looked up emidiatly when I thought I heard Rae screaming my name. More tears struck my face. I wish I wasn't alone.