Damaged Goods

The begining of the End

Mara's POV

My names Mara and I'm 17 just finishing high school. I'm not a girly girl at all like the rest if my friends. I'm a chill kind of girl. I'm the little sister of Drew Chadwick. Yes, he's one of the famous Emblem3 band members. Blah blah blah.

I was sitting downstairs eating my cereal not wanting to go to school. I hate school and everybody there. I especially hated Wesley Stromberg. Ugh he is such a player. He's bullied me for a long time. I haven't told anyone besides Lacey and Madi, my two best friends. I'm too scared to. I'm afraid no one will care because I'm not a popular or anything. I'm not big on being known in school. The only one who is really known is Wesley and Keaton. They're brothers. Wesley's the eldest. The worst part Is that my brothers in the band with them so I have to see Wesley more than just in school. The second worst part is the Drew graduated 2 years ago so he's can't watch over me. He's protective if me. He doesn't know about dad beating me..

Keaton is nicer than Wesley. I feel much safer when I'm around him.

I finished my cereal and put my dish in the sink. I'm a deep thinker. I can think about a billion things at once. It's kinda stressful but I figure things out that way. I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my iPhone and plugged in my earphones and started listening to Breathe Me by Sia.

With Wesley bullying me and everything, it's really damaged me.. I'm so depressed all the time. No one knows. I always go home and just cry all the time. My dad's and alcoholic and my mom died when I was 7. I've never told anyone about how my dad beats me. My dad became an alcoholic when Drew got signed. He thought Drew was throwing his life away with the his dreams if wanting to be a pop star. When my dad was putting him down, I brought him back up. He's all I have.

I quietly closed the door being careful so I don't wake up my horrible excuse of a father. It was hot out but I couldn't enjoy the heat bc I always wear long sleeved hoodies or long sleeved fleeces. I think you can guess why... At least my legs were getting a little air. I was wearing cropped leggings. My brown hair was straight down blowing in the wind. My music was blasting through my earphones. The world is shut out for a while. I like it this way.

I walked up to the school entrance and swung the door open and walked towards my locker. I took my earphones out and put them in my hoodie pocket. I grabbed my books and locked my locker. I walked to my first period class which was History 30. I took my seat towards the back in the corner. Lacey usually sits In front of me and Madi goes and sits with the guys. She obsesses over guys. Lacey came in shortly after me and sat in front of me.

"Hey" she greeted.

"Hi" I said opening up my books.

"Did you finish the History assignment?" She asked.

"Ya." I answered knowing what she was going to ask. I took it out of my binder and handed it to her.

"Thanks!" She said turning around and copying my answers. I sat there scrolling through Instagram on my phone. Suddenly I felt someone walk past me.

Wesley.

He sat right beside me. I tried to move over away from him but I couldn't move anymore. I don't want to be tortured my him today.

"Awe you don't wanna sit beside me?" Wesley said in a sad voice. He moved over closer to me. I looked around the classroom to see of there were any other available seats but they were all full.

"Please Wesley, just leave me alone." I said not even looking at him.

"Why? Why should I leave you alone? Give me one good reason." He said leaning towards me waiting for an answer.

"What have I ever done to you? I've done absolutely nothing to you. Why do you constantly bully me?" I asked getting annoyed. I finally looked at him.

"Because I know you're defenceless in every way and it makes me happy seeing you like a scared little puppy." He said smirking.

"Shut up." I said bitter.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He said leaning closer so that's his ear is by my mouth.

"Nothing." I whispered.

"That's what I thought." He said leaning back into his chair.

"Grow up Wesley." Lacey said turning around glaring at him.

"Fuck off." He spat. Lacey stood up and walked towards his desk towering over him.

"What was that?" She asked slowly bending over so her face was close to his. She was staring right into him. His face went a little worried and frightened. I've never seen Wesley Stromberg scared. It was the best feeling in the world.

"Do you want me to tell everyone about your little secret? Huh? Do you?! You're pathetic." She said spitting in his face. She went back to her seat and sat down.

"Just because your little BFF was there to save you, doesn't mean she'll always be there. Watch out bitch." He said leaning over towards my desk. I was so scared. I tried not to think about it. I hated it when he threatened me. He reminds me so much of my dad. My dad scares me a lot. I try to avoid him at all costs but It never seems to work.

I was sitting in my desk not listening to anything or anyone. I was in deep thought. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I tried to casually wipe them away but they kept coming.

"Mrs. Chadwick, can you answer this question?" Mr. Larson asked me. I looked up slowly and looked at him. I heard Wesley smirking.

"Whatta dumb bitch" Wesley mumbled to his friends. I lost my nerve and I burst out crying. I ran out of the room and towards the bathrooms. I locked myself into a stall and slid down towards the door and began balling. I fucking hate everyone and I hate life!

***

"Mara?" I heard Lacey calling. I was still in the bathroom stall sniffling. There was blood oh my hands and on the inside of my sweater. I got up and unlocked the door. I hid my hands and walked out towards the sink.

"Are you okay?" She asked lightly touching my arm. I winced in pain. She looked at me and slowly took my arm and slid the sleeve up. Once she saw the cuts, she gasped.

"Mara.. Don't do this.. Please.." She said looking into my eyes with tears welling in her eyes. I looked away from her and started cleaning myself up and returned to class. I walked slowly back to Mr. Larson's class and slowly walked in with Lacey close behind me. I walked back towards my desk.

"Are you alright Mrs.Chadwick?" Mr. Larson asked.

"I'm fine." I answered bitterly turning around and without looking where I was going, I ran into the side of the desk and it hit my arm. Holy shit the edge of that desk was like a fucking knife! It scratched my scabbed cuts underneath my sleeve and I moaned in pain and grabbed my arm. A pool of blood came down my sleeve and a few drops hit the ground. I quickly ducked down to the ground and wiped up the blood with my sleeve but, it kept spreading. I looked up and saw Wesley watching.Fuck. I wiped it up and walked back to my desk. I sat down slowly and dug into my pocket and grabbed a piece of paper towel I grabbed just in case. I stuffed it down my sleeve and slid back into my seat. At the corner of my eye, I saw Wesley staring at me. I looked at him and we had eye contact. He didn't look mad or anything. He looked normal. He looked down at my arm then back at me. I looked away and at my arm. There was blood trickling down my papers. I quickly put papers over it and wiped my arms. It's only 9:36. I was hoping I could skip the rest if class. But I guess not. I was getting a headache and everything was moving like an ocean. There was so much blood in my sweater. It was seeping through to my leggings. I tried to focus but I started falling. I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was Lacey trying to wake me up.

"Mara?! Please wake up please!"