Death do us part (Troye Sivan fanfic)

Again?!

Jenna's POV
When the school bell rang I waited until the class emptied to leave. Once I got to my locker the school was basically empty execpt for me. I grabbed my black back-pack out of my locker and quickly got out of there. Just as I was about to exit Zoe pinned me against the wall. "I didn't appretiate eariler bitch" she said with a snap. "It wasn't exactly a cake walk for me either" I said softly. Fuck. Shouldn't have said that.
"How dare you talk back to me?!" she shrieked as she ordered Alfie to grab a wad of my wavy hair. "I'll teach you" she mumbled as Alfie dragged me through the halls.
Once we made it to the bathroom, she pushed open the door loudly and bellowed: "Anyone in here, get the fuck out!". A girl I recognized from math class, her name was Grace, scurried out of one of the stalls quickly. Alfie quickly threw me on the green-tiled floor and began rummaging through my back-pack. "ALFIE! Don't touch that filth!" Zoe snapped as she pulled Caspar close to her. "Take care of this bitch hun" She whispered seductively as she strutted out of the bathroom.
"Please Caspar" I whispered before he did his job. "I'm sorry" he said softly as he held his lighter to my stomach. The smell of burning flesh began to fill the bathrooms dull air. I began to screech when Alfie put his large hand over my mouth. Once he put his lighter away he pulled out a small Swiss army pocket knife. Tears fell from my eyes as he dragged the steel across my stomach. Alfie dug his finger nails into my cheeks the louder I yelled.
I hit the ground and struggled to regain my breath. I then crawled over to my bag. I looked at my phone. It's only been 15 minutes. 15 can and do feel like hours when your being tortured though. Once I got up I took a look at my self in the mirror. My teal hair was knotted and frizzy, my makeup was black and runny from the tears. I had marks on my face from Alfie's nails, and my black long sleeved t-shirt had dark blotches covering the front from my blood. Not to mention parts of it were ripped. I decided not to look under my shirt. No need to see.
I picked up my pack and began the long walk to my house. You see, I live in a more ghetto town than this school was placed in. I walked and hour to school every day. Just as I was about to cross the street, someone grabbed my burning wrist.