The Girl Behind The Lens | S.M. (Discontinued)

Part 13- Her

"Your words cut deeper than a knife..."

-Shawn Mendes, "Stitches"
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"Hey bitch" the girl said.

"Bitch? That's all you got? Fuck off" I said and scoff.

Then, I feel the hardest of the pains on my left cheek and in the center a sharp pain as my body fell onto the grass. My head hit the ground hard, making me groan.

I just got punched, very hard.

"Who do you-" I said but stop my tracks.

My face turns white as a ghost as I see the one and only...

My bully.

I touch my cheek and feel blood falling down my cheekbone. I look at her hand and see that the thing that hit me was her big diamond ring on her finger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you-" I begged in my knees, pleading for mercy that she wouldn't hit me again.

"Too bad I am not with my sidekick today but, I am still powerful without him" she said and kicked me hard on the stomach.

My body falls back as I felt the heel of the shoe push in and then pull out, making me nauseous.

She kicks me again and again, each time with more rage and more consecutive.

Why can't this pain be over?

Every time, I feel my body go numb and my vision becoming blurry by all the tears accumulating. The only thing I can feel is the forming of bruises all around my stomach and the continuous bleeding on my cheek.

As she continues, I moaned and cried in pain, begging for her to stop. It was so much, that the thought that I would die passed through my mind.

Then, she kicks the right side of my face, making me scream loudly in pain. I cover it with my hands, as I feel I sharp, aggravating pain that may have caused a broken bone.

At last, she stops. I look up at her and the only thing I see is rage and fury, like she could actually kill me in this instant moment.

"P-Please...stop" I managed to say in between my crying for help.

Nobody heard, since it was after hours and we were in the hidden side of the yard.

She kneels down, grabs the collar of my shirt, and she stands up, pulling me up with her.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again" she said angrily, glaring deep into my soul.

I nod right away, not wanting to get in any more trouble. The action hurts like a mother fu-

Unexpectedly, she punches me again, this time harder, on my right cheek that caused me to almost fall back to the ground but she grabbed me tightly by the collar. I cried loudly as the pain that lowered a little, coming back again, more fierce.

This humongous headache starts spreading. The punches and the hangover don't go well together.

"And that, is for being the ugly, fat, stupid person you are" she said and pushed me with both hands down on the floor.