The Lovely Abused

Chapter 13:

Waking up for school is always dreadful. I walk to my closet picking out boots, jeans, a shirt, and a jacket since it's December now. I walk into my bathroom and wash my face with soap, I brushed through my nappy hair and put it in a half bun. I walk down the stairs and was about to leave when Henry slammed the door back closed.

"What do you want old man!?" I threatened.

"You may think you're now the alpha of The fucking house hold, but I'm not scared of you-" I interrupted his stupid talk.

"Yes you are Henry. I mean I'm such a tiny, rexie(anorexic), girl that beat your ass. You're scared of me because all I'd have to do is drive to the police station and tell them. You'd never see Day light in prison. I heard the others love fresh meat and child abusers," I smirk and he let's go of the door. "Goodbye Henry!" I slam the door on his face and get to my car. I started walking faster when I heard his footsteps following me. Then two hands viciously pushed me to the ground, my hands scraped with blood from the concrete.

"I am not a pu**y!" Henry yelled. I turned over on the concrete to face him and he slapped me so hard across my face that the side of my lip bleed.

"You wanna fight fire with fire!?" I yelled standing up. I immediately raised my hand to punched him, but he grabbed my hand.

"You're weak!" He spat. I punched him right in his stomach with my other hand, watching him hunch over, I hopped in my car and started to drive to school.

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Sitting in second period with blood on my hand and dry blood on my lip caught people's eyes. I sat in my usual spot while Blake sat behind me.

"What happened?" He demanded.

"I just... fell walking to my car and scratched up my lip too," I chuckle. "I'm so clumsy!" I scoff and Blake nods. I started to take notes but my hand wouldn't bend correctly from all the pain.

"You can borrow my notes later, love." Blake reassures and I inhale deeply.

"Thanks." I sigh.

Next was third period, math. I push my books from English inside my locker when someone pokes the back of my shoulder. I turn around and hated what I saw, it was Alex, she had puffy eyes and a red nose.

"What?" I ask bitterly.

"I can use a friend." She sighs sadly, trying not to cry.

"Are you serious?" I scoff. Slamming my locker.

"Please." She wipes a tear.

"Fine," I scoff. "At lunch." I roll my eyes and walk pass her and head to my math class. Mid-way I'm stopped by Nora.

"Hey, slut!" She chuckles along with her four friends.

"What do you want Barbie bitch?" I give her a lopsided smirk.

She scoffs then continues "whatever. Stay away from what's mine." She pushes me back into the locker, trapping me.

"I'm sorry what? I don't understand when you speak moron." I cross my arms.

"Blake!" She shrieks. "There's rumors that you've been fucking him." Her face is dull and bored.

"Okay?" I roll my eyes and push pass her to get going to class when someone yanks my hair forcing me to tumble on the cold tile floor.

"Stay away from what mine," She warns while bending down. "Or else your daddy won't just be your only abuser." She chuckles evilly along with the others.

"I hope you rot in hell." I sneer. Slapping her hand away from my cheeks. I stand up about to grab my stuff when someone's heel jabs into my hand, my scratched up hand to be exact. I groan in pain and look up to see one of Nora's friend. "I will bite you!" I warn and she lets go.