I'd always been aware of Isabella's freak obsession with Brandon and quite frankly, I didn't care since I knew if push came to shove, he could easy subdue her. Both Kat and I have no issue speaking in his defense when we both know of her creepy behavior, though there's one thing Brandon nor Kat was aware of, and its Isabella's hate for me. To this day, even I don't get why she's always been subtly out to fuck with me.
"Is it just me, or are you two getting pretty close these days?" Isabella's pitched voice cut through my train of thought with a tone of superiority. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're trying to pull a fast one on me, Hathaway."
And just like that, no longer had I felt the cool breeze of the evening. It was a nice Friday evening and I had taken up a seat at a bench set where almost no-one ever comes, much less at this time. I had often found solitude and comfort here but now annoyance settled within me, with the burn of Isabella's glare and the warm touch of her hence-bitch Elizabeth, on my shoulder, I wish I had went home with Kat. Isabella's complex is not something I blame her for, her family is a special one and with her being a direct descendant of the town's founder but that doesn't excuse her shitty behavior.
"I'm sorry?" Looking up from my sketchbook, my eyes met with blue ones that squinted at me in disgust. "I don't recall trying to do anything to you, Isabella."
Her eyes flew from mine to Elizabeth, feeling her palm tighten on my shoulder, I could feel that I might be in deep shit today. A smile began to form on Isabella's lips, she seemed to be in a good mood and I don't know if that's good or not. They'd never gotten physical before, and yet today feels different when it comes to such a thought. Fuck.
"Whether you were trying, or not. It doesn't change the fact that you don't see what you have, you have what I want. That's not fair!" Isabella started and as much as I wanted to make a rebuttal, I'm in no position.
"Isabella, do I have to be here for this?" Came a new voice, I would turn to see who it belonged to but I'd met this individual a few times to know. "I don't benefit you here."
Bethany Nelson. A transfer student at Bluedest University, I remember when she first moved here, some pretty nasty rumors went around with her name. I never understood why she hung around the terrible two. My only theory that made sense was that she fucked up so bad that she sought help from the devil, as it turns out, the devil wore a pink sweater and jeans with pearls.
"Don't fucking talk to me," Isabella walked closer to me, her black boots kicked by bag to the floor. "Oops. It slipped."
I sat at the edge of my seat, watching Isabella stomped on my bag, muttering a sarcastic apology. My heart sped, I felt my body become tense but I knew better than to try and pick a fight here. Elizabeth would fuck me up, in a heart beat.
"This is bullshit, whatever the did I do?" I piped up, this repetitive act of preschool fights. "Isabella, you're very aware that I'm not interested in Brandon, why much you fuck with me like this? What do you gain? His attention? He doesn't even know I go through your shit!"
Elizabeth's hand slid from my shoulder to my neck, pulling me closer to her body, there was some air flow restrictions but I could still handle it and while I'm like this. Isabella wastes no time in coming up to me, slapping me across the face and back, her ring dug into my flesh. Elizabeth released my neck and pushed me off the chair on to the ground, the fleshly glass and dirt gave relief with hope of being left alone. All hopes went out the window as I felt Isabella's boot on my spine.
"Who knows. Maybe it's for the attention or maybe for my own entertainment. One thing I can say for sure is that you'll learn your place in life, beneath my feet," Isabella started, I could hear the happiness in her voice, as if she wore a wide smile. Her boot slowly gained pressure on my body before leaving me entirely. "That's your place after all, remember it. And make yourself scare around Brandon."
Bethany came into view, the look on her face felt as though she felt pity for me. A feeling of disgust washed over me, I have no need for pity from anyone, especially from someone who stood still and watched, offering no help.
"Fuck you, Isabella." I spat at her, and on her fucking boots. And while that was not the best response, considering my spot on the floor. I don't regret it. "You're a fucking bitch."
Her boots flew back into my face, kicking dirt into my eyes before colliding with my skull. I couldn't see as my eyes stung, but I could feel the pain on my body, I'd been kicked in the abdomen. Tears welled in my eyes as three more kicks came, spewing over as I scrambled in an attempt to shield myself, I rubbed my eyes in the sleeve of my blue top. The blows kept coming, stomping on my arms and shoulder, I tried to defend myself by grabbing her leg and it'd caused her to trip over but she managed to land a kick square in the face first.
"Fuck! Let go of me!" Isabella screamed, grabbing my hair, trying to pry me off her leg.
I could feel myself being lifted off and held up by my collar, Elizabeth had pulled me off of Isabella, behind her I could see Bethany scrambling frantically in search of something and that was the last I'd seen of her. Elizabeth face me to her and started her onslaught of punches to my face, I cried out in pain as I could feel the tears run down my face, it hurt to open my eyes and my nose felt broken. I tried to hold on to Elizabeth's shoulders, maybe hoping I could push her away but my body hurt too much, my arms were weak and held no strength. Elizabeth was taller than me and built, I held nothing to her strength.
"H-hey! Stop it! You're taking this too far!" Bethany's voice cracked, a stain on concern was laced in.
"Shut up, Bethany! You don't have a fucking say!" Isabella's voice resounded.
Elizabeth dropped me, falling to the ground with a cry, my body was pained with numb cloak, I had no intention of moving, it felt as though my only option for now would be to pass out and hope to be found. I had no strength to move, and even if I wanted to get up and leave, it would be wise to wait. When my lungs stretched to collect air, I felt pain in my chest and my head throbbed.
"I don't get what fucking protection I gain from you selfish fucks!"
Came someone yelling, their voice bounced around in my head causing more pain. I tried to open my eyes, assuming I would see something but I couldn't make out anything. Tears welled up and overflowed, blurring my darkening vision. Splotched of darkness and a growing headache, I could think of nothing else but how cold I suddenly felt.
The last thing I remember, was the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.
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(Chapter Edited on: 10/02/22)
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