Outcast ✔️

Chapter 3

I shivered as I continue to stand in front of the patio listening to the blaring noise of the party.

I brought the thin sweater I had found sitting on my chair, closer to my body, hoping for any sense of hotness.

I continue to wait outside with absolutely no intention of making my way inside any time soon. I bounced on my feet in an attempt to feel warmer, and for the sake of having something to do while I waited and tried to build up all the courage I wish would suddenly appear.

But they never did, and I decided to do the only thing I could to help. It might make the whole situation worse, and Liam might become very angry with me, but then again, he already hates me, and I've got nothing to lose. I picked up my iPhone 8 and dialled for Mrs. Stone's number. They rang for about three rings before I heard the lovely voice of Mrs. Stone on the other line. And just now, I realize how much I had missed her.

"Hi Mrs. Stone," I said

"Storm? Sweety, why are you calling me at this hour?" she asked. I could hear the tiredness in her voice. She must be exhausted, spending days and nights cooped up in her office.

"It's nothing.. um.. well actually Liam is having a party right now, and his music is blaring, and the whole neighbourhood is complaining. I tried to come and stop it but I... It's better if I let you know," I said a little awkwardly.

"Liam is having a party?! At this hour? That kid! I'll handle this, sweetheart. You go on home and get some sleep," she sounded angry when she hung up the phone, and I knew it was a horrible idea, and I was sure to pay the price tomorrow.

I descended from his patio and walked straight to my house and into my room. I laid waiting for the music to stop finally, and it did — minutes after the conversation with his mother. Now I could hear the car engines turning on and people leaving his house.

It was now safe to say the part is over, and I could finally get some sleep and as for everyone else.
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I ruffled through my school bag, looking for a pencil for the next period class since I had lost most of the pencil I used to carry around when someone bumped into me, causing me to lose balance and fall onto the floor.

I didn't bother to look up to see who it was because I already knew, and I had expected him to come and clash with me sometime today. He picked me up from the collar of my shirt, slamming me right into the lockers. It made a loud crash, but no one dares to turn their eyes.

I met eye to eye with the devil himself, and I could see the rage in his eyes. I winced in pain at how hard he was holding me against the locker, but he didn't let go. He didn't even notice that he was hurting. But maybe that was because he was used to doing it that now it became a routine.

"You're hurting me..." I whispered. But his grip only got tighter as the pain got even more crucial. "It's what you get for stopping the party yesterday," Liam said. "I needed to," I murmured under my breath in the hopes that he would hear the weakness in my voice and let me go.

But at last, it was only hoped that made me think that way. He didn't let go; he wouldn't let go until he taught a firm lesson. No matter how many times I ask and plead for forgiveness, he will never go until he is satisfied.

"Were you jealous that you weren't invited? Is that why you had to sabotage the whole thing, uh?" he bit his teeth, his voice getting angrier and his hold on me crushing.

"Ow.. please...," I said, tears rolling down my eyes. He didn't say anything this time, just watched me cry, and I could see the smirk forming on his lips in slow motion. This is what he wanted for me, as if it was never enough for him to see me like this. I waited for him to say anything, but instead, he let me go aggressively and pushing past me hard, causing me to lose balance and fall to the marble floor.