My Guardians

Almost good day

Chapter 2
Trigger warning: attempted rape, self harm

"Do you look yourself straight in the eyes and think about who you let between your thighs, Cut the shit" Mt. Diablo by The Story So Far blared from my phone. Cursing under my breath while I repeatedly missed the snooze icon on the screen, this is going to be a great day.

Note the sarcasm.

You know those nights where you sleep for a good amount of time but when you wake up it feels like you haven't slept a wink? Yeah, this happens to me quite frequently probably cause John is always lurking in the back of my head.

I throw the covers off of me and swing my legs over the side of the bed walking to my closet to pick an outfit. A pair of light wash denim high rise shorts caught my eye along with a light maroon v-neck. The bruises on my legs were almost completely gone so what the heck. I slipped on a new pair of undies and a bra and changed into my outfit. Rummaging through my drawers to find a black pair of crew socks, I internally smiled when I found my favorite pair. I grabbed my maroon Doc Martens and set on my bed while I went freshen up. I looked in the mirror, my hands gripped the sink mood instantly changing. I hated looking at myself, there was nothing to like. I was a weakling, a fuck up. The thing that got to me the most is that there is absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I tried fighting back once and I almost didn't see the light of day again.

The minty taste of tooth paste filled my taste buds as I brushed my teeth. After I finished I grabbed my matte brown eyeshadow and filled in my eyebrows and added some mascara to my already naturally long eyelashes. This is as good as its going to get.

I walked over to my nightstand grabbing my phone, seeing I had only about five minutes till I had to begin my dreaded walk. My ankle was still sore but manageable.

I slipped on my boots and grabbed my book sack while blowing a kiss to my mom.

I can't believe i'm starting my first day of college. "Here goes nothing." I mumbled to myself as I walked out of my room, quietly shutting the door.

***

The warm summer breeze blew through my hair making me smile as I began my search for Peltier Hall where my first class is. I loved the wind. It was free, nothing was stopping it from going where every it wanted to.

After another five minutes of being lost I finally found it. Let me just tell you that this campus is huge, like seven high schools put together. The glass doors into the building were heavy as I had to use all of the strength I could muster. Taking a deep breath after I got inside I began my search for room 117. The message boards with all kinds of colorful flyers caught my eye. They mostly advertised things for sale by other students and events going on around the school. Right on side of the board was a sigh that showed which way rooms 115-120 were, confirming that I was actually going the right way.

I made the decision to sit in the back of the classroom as far away as I could so no one would talk to me. Watching the other students fill in the desk in front of me It amazed me how I didn't recognize a single one of them. Who was my teacher again? I opened the app that the school had on my account and signed into moodle where all of my class information was held. Mr. Booth or professor booth, what a weird last name, I wonder where he's from. There was only about 2 minutes left until class was supposed to start so I pulled my notebook and calculator out from my schoolbag.

"Good morning class." A deep voice said from the front of the classroom. I looked up only to be stuck in a daze along with the entire female population of the class. He was tall probably about six feet and had the most defined cheekbones I've ever seen. His brown hair swooped across his forehead and don't even get me started on the obviously defined muscles of his upper body that were easily seen through his fitted black v-neck.