Heal The Scars

New Victim

SOTC:

Lightweight Demi Lovato

3 am

"Im worried, Hunter." I sighed into his bare chest.

"I know." His lips pressed against my temple and he left them lingering there.

My fingers dragged along his bare chest down to the dips between his abdomen muscles, he shivered as I lightly traced over his hip then went back to their previous position on his chest.

His hand tangled in my strands of hair, other fingers sliding under my tank top and squeezing my flesh, peppering kisses along my jawline. "It'll be okay." He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I hope so." I mumbled, winding my fingers in Hunter's messy quiff before drifting off.

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I tightly gripped his hand that rested on the center console, sure to leave indents from my finger prints. My whole body shook with fear. Scared of what they what think of me. Wondering If they would see my battle wounds and taunt me. Sure I'd be that lonely girl sitting at the table in the corner of the cafeteria at lunch. That girl with the pale skin and dull eyes. That girl no one wants to talk to because of her fucked up past. Would that be me?

Well today I would find out, I told myself as Hunter parked his truck. Shutting off the ignition, he unbuckled and took my cheeks in his hands. "You'll be okay. I promise." He kissed me tenderly on the lips, opening his door and stepping out.

I took deep breaths, unbuckling and opening the door. My white Converse kicking against the rocks as I caught up with Hunter. My Jansport backpack felt heavy on my shoulders as we entered the corridor of the school. I pulled my schedule from the small compartment my bag held, scanning the ongoing names of multiple teachers until I landed on my first period class, Math.

"I'll see you later." Hunter kissed my forehead and we parted. We had no classes together after all except for Physical Education and that was 6th period, Last block.

I made my way to my locker, avoiding the gazes of the Davidson High students. I immediately stood out as an outcast, for everyone knew each other. Throwing hugs on one another and screaming with excitement while I ducked failing arms and long legs.

I noticed the small clans of people forming in semi-circles. There were the preps, cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, Goths and way more that I couldnt seem to make out.

Where do I stand?

All alone, thats where I stand. Cause Im the newbie.

I placed my books for 2nd block in my locker and zipped up my backpack, I swung it over my shoulder. I was playing with the loose thread at the hem of my sweater when my wrists were taken hostage and I was whimpering from the impact of the locker door hammering up against my head seconds later.

"Hey. Remember me?" I looked up and met the eyes of the boy I planned on avoiding all year.

"Ugh. Let me go." I plead. His body was pushed against mine, slamming me into the locker once again. I cried out in pain, turning my cheek and closing my eyes, wishing this would all vanish.

His rough hands took hold of my chin and turned it so we were eye level, "Rule one. Only speak when I tell you to."

I mumbled a string of words beginning with 'Fuck' and ending with 'off' in which I was pressed further against the locker. "Ah. Ah. Ah." He seethed.

"Rule number two. You are not allowed to cuss me out or any of that shit." He placed his lips at my ear and I shivered.

I noticed a small crowd forming behind The Black Haired Guy, shouts like

"I guess Jace found his new victim."

"Yeah. She's a beauty, mate." A deep voice agreed.

"She looks like a good fuck."

I winced at the words and he chuckled. "She does doesn't she? " He smiled.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I found enough courage to knee him in the groin. His legs wobbled and he was on his knees right afterward.  "Bastard."

I picked my bag up from the ground and swung it over my shoulder. Taking one last glance back I headed off to Math.