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62: karma's one hour

"Ms Dawn!" A ruler snapped on the desk, jolting me awake.

"I'm up!" I huffed, shaking my head before groaning from the discomfort inside of my pants.

Did sexually active people always feel this way? Was it even worth it—

Memories of my night flashed through my head and I giggled quietly into my hand.

Yes. Yes very worth it.

"Alright class, the bell is about to ring. Please remember to study—the test is coming up soon." Mrs Dawson reminded us as I sat up straighter and cracked my neck.

After wearing contacts for two nights in a row, I was officially raw eyed—if that was a term. Blinking my eyes as my slow tired brain tried to process everything, I readjusted the thick frames on my face.

The teacher left with the students, leaving me alone in an empty classroom. I felt weird. Like I was forgetting something important.

"Not rushing out to meet your bodyguard today?" A nasally voice spat out behind me as my eyes widened.

Oh please, not today. I was having  a good day—as good as it can be with the nagging reminder of your sister hating you.

Fingers suddenly gripped my scalp, pulling at the messy bun I had done in Ashton's car. "Fuck." I squeaked before Lucas pushed my cheek down into the desk hard.

"I've been hearing humours, bitch." He snarled against my ear as the smell of onions made my stomach turn.

"Get off of me!" I thrashed, earning myself another head slam into the hard desk. "Fuck." I swore once more, tears threatening to spill as I already felt the bruises forming under my skin and dull ache behind my eye.

"So you got your dirty like talons into the football quarterback, huh?" He hissed, spit flying onto the desk in front of me. "But you're all mine now, you little whore." He whispered threateningly, his hand violently pulling my head up as he rested his body on my back to keep me trapped to the desk.

I couldn't breathe with his weight.

"Lucas, I can't breathe." I squeaked, my neck too far back to get the needed amount of oxygen. "P-please." I cried, "it hurts!" I tried to push him off with my hands—tried to move back with the kick of my legs.

But nothing worked and everything was starting to spin.

"I wonder if the light in your eyes will flicker out or fade away." He sniggered, trailing a fat finger down the tracks of my tears.

My heart pounded as he watched me anxiously with those beady evil eyes. Things were starting to swirl and darkness was beginning to invade my sight.

Was he really so far gone as to threaten my actual life?

"Nah. That's too easy." He whispered hauntingly, letting me breathe finally as he let me go.

Gasping for breath, my body was now too weak to do anything but colapse onto the floor—the coldness of the ground spearing into my body as I fell.

"Pathetic." Lucas spat, as I cried silently—my forehead flat against the cold floor as everything shook. "I can't get you out of the class without your bodyguard saving you. So I'll see you around, you fucking creep. I can't wait." With a swift full-strength kick into my gut that made spots of darkness rush to my head, he stepped over me and left me lying helplessly on the floor sputtering for air.