Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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walking into my school my school gates, i felt my anxiety rise up. i loved school, but i hated it as well because of the people in it.

i felt the whispers, the pointing fingers, and the glares at it, that's when i felt vulnerable, keeping my head to the ground as i walked into my locker.

but i didn't make it far, because i felt someone push me to the wall, my head hitting it a little hard, causing blood to drip to the floor. my eyes met his cold ones, and it made a shiver go to the back of my spine.

"and the dyke still hasn't killed herself yet. what a waste of human life" he spoke, his words cutting me deep, as i felt my eyes water at how painful my head was, and the insult was too.

"please, just leave me alone, i just want to get to my locker"

"and what if i don't? gonna tell your little mommy about it? go ahead" he laughed after what he said, gripping me tighter to the wall.

i felt ashamed, ashamed at the fact that no one was there to stand up for me. but who would when i couldn't even stand up for myself?

i decided to try to get off his strong grip but that's when he punched my cheek, causing me to fall down to the ground, my vision blurry because of my tears that were now falling free.

i heard as he laughed a few more times before walking away from me leaving me in quite a bloody mess.

the bell rang, and everyone made their way to class. but i couldn't deal with it at this moment, i couldn't deal with going to class and having to lie as to why i was late, and having to deal with this physical pain and emotional one too.

i gently got up, feeling myself slightly groan as my head was killing me, as i walked out of the school.

i placed my hoodie on me, and covered my head with the hoodie hat, as i made my way to the local diner here.

there wasn't a lot of people in here, which made it not so loud and it had a good atmosphere. i decided to sit at the back, at the last booth. and once i did, i checked my phone.

i had a text message from my mother telling me she loved me, but i just deleted it before switching off my phone, and staring at the menu.

but i wasn't able to focus on what i wanted to order, i wasn't even able to focus on what was written down. it wasn't because of my head this time, but because of the feeling someone was staring.

i looked up, and i was right, an old aged man was staring at me, probably wondering why i looked so fucked up, i mean i couldn't blame him, i looked like hell, but at least this time, i got out of hell.

i broke my eye contact with him once a waitress came towards me, a warm smile on her face.

"hey, darlin'. what can i get for ya?"

"uh, a chocolate milkshake, please" i spoke lowly towards her.

she nodded her head, walking off, leaving me on my own. i tapped my fingers on the table, skipping school was never really my thing, and i knew my mother would be disappointed if she found out.

she didn't know i got bullied, i never told her once it first happened and i don't plan on telling her now, i don't want to worry her about it at all, but i knew today was an exception because i needed a break from those harsh words.

his name, Donny Fisher, he's been bullying me from the start of high school and now that i'm a senior, it only got worse. it was first verbal but now it can get physical too.

i placed my hand on the back of my head, gritting my teeth as i felt the pain expand as i touched my injury, but thankfully the bleeding stopped.

the waitress came back with my chocolate milkshake which i started drinking right away, it tasted good, and as i was about to think about what i would do next, i heard that familiar angelic voice beside me.