Five Against One

Prologue

Prologue

Five against one.

That's what I live through. Five boys against one girl.

Five boys against me. Everyday. Hitting me, slapping me, punching me, insulting me, anything to bring me down, they've done it.

Me, I'm just an average teenage girl.

Wavy dirty blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, medium height. Nothing special.

I used to be sort of attractive though. My eyes sparkled, my skin glowed, my hair was smooth and silky. But now I'm just, ugly, I guess.

These boys I'm talking about though are "chick magnets" as you could say in our school, who knows why though.

Here, I'll tell you about them a little bit.

We start off with Zayn. He's the leader you could say. He's the worst of the group, always been. He started it all, he's the ringleader of the mindless monkeys that make my life hell. The girls love him for his "smoldering" dark eyes, his perfectly sculpted body, and his light stubble he gets.

Now to Harry. I would classify him as the second worse. He's Zayn's right hand man. Always attacking me when Zayn is unavailable, making sure the job gets done you could say. The girls literally swoon over this one. I always hear them talking about his perfect jade green eyes, his gorgeous tan, his beautiful pink lips, and lastly his "totally hot rebellious tattoos!" As they would say.

Niall. The Irish boy. Magazines would classify him as a teen heartthrob, but I just see him as a piece of scum you scrub off the bottom of your shoe honestly. He can be found around school hitting on girls and handing out his phone number. I hear he got it printed on business cards. I personally think he's one of the least violent. He's only hit me once and that was because Zayn told him to. That doesn't make him any better though. I call him the insult doctor. I've been called things that I've never even heard before thanks to him. Personally I think he stays up all night making them up just for me really.

Now to Liam. He's the brains of the group. Probably the only one that actually cares about his grades. He's another insulter. He hits me occasional but that's only when I hit him. This one has a weak stomach for sure. After my beatings he usually throws up due to all the blood. He's definitely the weakest of the five. He usually is the last one to leave me and always sends me sympathetic looks. God knows why. If he was really sorry he'd stop right? Wrong, he won't because he's a revolting lowlife with no self respect.

And lastly, Louis Tomlinson. Louis is the creative one of the group. And when I say creative I don't mean artsy, I mean he finds the new ways of torture. Louis is the least violent. He kinda hangs back and watches the pounding go on. The only thing he does in this group is think of the ways to keep it going. Louis has never hit me nor insulted me. The only time I hear him talk is when he's explaining to the boys how to torture me. He's the one I despise the most honestly. I could take a couple punches and some slaps, but the things Louis can come up with are horrifying.

One time I was really, really, really bad and the boys wanted to teach me a lesson, so Louis suggested they buy scorpion venom off of the Australian black market and insert it into me by needle. Twisted I know.

Well that's them, and you know me. But you should know one more thing about me.

I am not a coward.

I have never let these boys think that I'm weak overall. I mean sure, sometimes I decide to just take it so I don't get something worse then what they're ready to give, but that my friend, is strategy. Does it make my beatings worse, yes. But is it worth it letting them know no matter how much they bully me and harass me that I am a strong person, probably.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not saying people that surrender to their bullies are cowards, it's the total opposite. If they are strong enough to stay alive through all of that then they are anything but a coward.

That's me, I guess.