The Bad Boys Want Revenge

Chapter 4

I ran the whole way back to my home. When I got there I was completly out of breath and shaking. I could still feel tears in my eyes and on my cheeks. What would my mother think if she saw me like that? Probably that I'd been assaulted, which is true but in that moment I made a decision that wasn't a very good one.

I wouldn't tell anyone, especially not my parents. After having to deal with my eating disorder for years I didn't want to put them through anything more. At least that's what I told myself. But deep down I was worried and afraid. Worried that they might not believe me like they had done at other times when I told them about the pranks the boys had pulled on me. And afraid to ruin the image everyone has of me. There aren't many people who know about my disorder. To most of them I am the smart, pretty ballerina who seems to have no problems and can master everything she puts her mind to.

So I wiped away my tears and tried to calm down. When I had managed to regulate my breathing I went inside. My mother sat in the kitchen and was drinking a tea. She looked tired and a little pale. I instantly felt sorry for worrying her, even though it hadn't been really my fault. I put on a fake smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry for scaring you but when my friend called I had to go and get her." She got up and walked over to me.

"You're such a good friend but you should've texted me or left a note. I was really worried." I just nodded. I was tired as well and all I wanted to do was scrub my body until the feeling of their hands on me was gone. Little did I know that that would never happen.

"Alright honey," my mother said,"let's go to bed, we both need a good nights sleep."

"Night mom," I mumbled and hurried to get upstairs to my room.

As soon as the door shut behind my I started to cry again. I tried to stop but it just wasn't under my control. When I looked at my bathroom mirror I was almost shocked at how I looked and how I managed to fool my mother. My eyes looked scared and in the bright light I could see a hickey on my neck and a faint briuse on my cheekbone where Hunter had slapped me. I looked down at my hands and the wrist of the hand I had scratched Hunter with was also bruised. How would I explain that or cover it up?

I wanted to shower but if I did that in the middle of the night, my parents would probably have some questions. So I decided just to wash myself for now and shower as soon as possible. When my whole body felt raw from scrubbing it with a washcloth and my mouth hurt from brushing my teeth for five minutes, I finally decided that it was time to go to bed. The clock at my nightstand showed almost 3 am. Greate, now I would only have about three hours of sleep and that was if I fell asleep right now, which of course I didn't.

I lay awake for what felt like another hour. The events that had happened that night were playing over and over in my head. No matter what I tried I couldn't stop it and I also couldn't stop myself from thinking what would have happened if my mother hadn't called. Everytime I asked myself that question, new tears started to pour out of my eyes.

When I finally fell asleep, I had nightmares. In one of them I thought someone was in my room. I woke up shaking and quickly switched on the lamp on my nightstand to make sure no one was there. At 5 am I decided to get up. I couldn't sleep anyways and just laying there and waiting for my alarm to go off just didn't feel very relaxing. First I hesitated to go on my morning run. For some reason I didn't want to leave the safety of my bedroom or the house in general. But at that point my stuborness came into action. You are going on your run, I told myself, you are going to workout like always and have a great Friday. You can't give them this kind of power over you!

So I went on my run, worked out and showered for a very long time. After I was finished I had still some time until I had to leave the house. After all I had gotten up almost one hour earlier than normal. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through instagram and snapchat. When I opened a story of one of my schoolmates I almost dropped my phone. It was a short video and showed me talking to Hunter, Jacob and Lukas. It was filmed from a distance so you couldn't hear what we we're talking but all of a sudden I turned around and ran shortly followed by Hunter and Jacob. Left behind was a very confused looking Lukas. The caption to the video was: "Looks like they are head over heels for her."