A/N : This is an idea i got of Tumblr, so credits go to whoever thought of it. I wrote the story though so please dont steal it or whatever. I hope you enjoy and I'll most likely post again today seeing as i have no followers so it doesnt matter ayyy lmao enjoy assholes
The gravel cut my hands as i fell back onto it, i cried out in pain as i felt blood seeping out. I looked up into my attackers eyes and as i felt their eyes on me i whispered, just loud enough for them to hear, "Please don't hurt me." Rory's rolled her muddy coloured eyes and flicked her oily brown hair, "You're fucking pathetic you know that?" she spat onto my torn up body and laughed as she strutted away. Laura kicked me and catwalked after Rory and Brittany quickly followed.
I closed my pale blue eyes as tears started to fall, i just lay there wanting to die. As i looked up into the darkening sky the slow realisation that I probably have to move and get out of here came to me, I called Patricia's number, she was the best friend I had even though she never really cared about me and I knew that but still, I needed help. The phone rang once, twice and finally three times before her light voice rang through the speakers, "Hi? Paige what's up. Pease don't tell me you want to do satanistic rituals with me again" She laughed lightly, "No, no, nothing like that. Can you pick me up, i got beaten up aga-" I got cut off by a voice i reconised and despised equally, "Who the fuck are you chatting to Pat? We have a party to go too" Rory's voice. I heard Patricia say something that resembled, "I'm coming, one moment." and then she turned her attention to me. "Listen i can't right now, i have, uh, a family dinner to go to. Just be safe and don't step out of line omg." She says quickly and then hanging up. Such a good fucking friend, i suprised myself by my swearing even if it was only in my head.
I dragged myself off the pavement and checked my injuries, at least nothing was broken. I sighed and a puff off visable air rose from my lungs, oh gosh, i hadn't realised it was this cold and dark. I scanned the streets, there was nobody there but i still held my keys inbetween my fingers incase any pervy guys tried to touch me. On my walk back to home I thought about how fucking stupid it was that females always got the blame for rape and sexual assult. If i shot a guy would it be his fault for not wearing a bullet proof vest? No, it would be mine for pulling the trigger, so why in the world couldn't females receive the same treatment. It honestly didn't matter if we were drunk of wearing skanky clothes, thats still a no.
I struggled to put my keys in the door, it was so cold, i was so cold in my ripped up jeans and short sleeved shirt. There was blood and scratches all over me and i suspected I had a black eye. gosh darn, i would have to get past my parents so i wouldnt have to explain it.
I slowly opened the door, peering inside. My mother was moving things inside the kitchen, probably cooking or something i thought and my father was drinking some alcaholic beverage while sitting on the kitchen island. Okay so all i got to do was run up the stairs and into my room and then i could have a shower and clean myself up.
I closed the door behind me and gathered my sore muscles for the sprint, ready on one, two, three. Go.
I half sprinted across the hall and ran up the stairs, making sure to avoid all the places that creaked. "Did you hear something?" I heard my mothers voice say nervously. "No sweet pea, now come here.." My fathers voice was slurred and i hoped my mother would be able to deal with my alcaholic father. I had managed to make it to my room and my torn up hands pushed the door closed leaving blood on the handle. uehhg, another thing to clean up. All I wanted was a hot shower and a fucking friend that didnt leave me.
