Outcast

Chapter 4: Hurting

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Every muscle in my body is aching. It's only been a week and I'm already getting pummeled. I have tons of scabs, cuts, and bruises underneath my clothes.

Why are these people so mean? Why do they hate me so much? Those are questions that'll never be answered. At least, that's what I've always told myself.

It's a cool Sunday night and I'm currently eating a delicious slice of Pizza Hut pizza. It's about the only type I love eating. My Uncle is away on another one of his business trips, leaving me all alone in this giant house. It's not as bad as it seems though. I won't have to worry about my semi-inquisitive uncle.

My watch started beeping, signaling that it was time for work. I set everything up and got to it.

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"Ooomph!" I fell to the floor. I covered my face with my arm. "Leave me alone!" I held myself up with my other hand.

"Shut it Ugly Lily." Atticus said. It was a nickname my these monsters gave me a while back.

I looked down to hide my embarrassment. My face felt hot and my eyes began to water.

"I-I'm not ug-ly..." I responded. I didn't believe in my words, I just wanted him to stop.

"I said shut it!" He swung his leg back and kicked my leg. The pain was immense. I could feel it rolling in waves, pulsing. I bit the inside of my mouth to stay quiet, and relieve some of the pain.

I couldn't see anything past my tears. Well, not anymore than I could before, because they took my glasses. My stomach and leg were in immense pain and they showed no signs of decreasing. "Let me go. Please."

"Heh. I don't think so." I could see the blur of his leg go up. Out of instinct I flinched back and covered my face once again. I shuddered and forced myself to keep talking.

"I'll do anything." Something tapped the ground. I was hoping it was his shoe. I clenched my hand in anticipation.

"Really. You'll do anything?"

"Yes." I said weakly. My head hung low. He crouched down and tucked my hair behind my ear. My body trembled in fear and cowardice.

"Alright." He stood back up and looked down at me. "Beg."

"H-huh?" I gazed up at Atticus, at least I think it was him. "What do you mean by 'beg'?"

Irritated, he groaned. "Augh! Beg! You have to beg me to stop. Get on your knees and plead for my forgivness. Do it right and I might just let you go." The people around us laughed.

"This is going to be hilarious." Someone spoke out.

"You want me to beg?!" I was beyond outraged. How dare he think I would beg to the likes of him. "I'm not some lowly peasant. I wouldn't dare beg to anyone!" I yelled. I glared up at their blurred figures.

I yelped. Something hard and cold struck me across the face. Rather harshly too. Atticus tutted at me. I reached up tentatively.

"D-id you just... backhand me?" It stung and was likely to leave a mark.