Letters to Niall Horan

Chapter 5

Shit shit shit shit.

I slept in.

I threw the blankets off my body and ran towards my closet. I threw on a red T-shirt and light washed shorts. I sprinted over to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying to throw my hair up in a bun in the process. I didn't have time to put my contacts in so I put my black rimmed glasses on.

I hustled down the stairs and slipped on my black vans, running out the door to my school. I sprinted the whole four blocks. Wow Tatum, maybe you should join track.

I reached the school just as the bell rang. Thank god. I hustled over to my locker and got all my stuff for class. My locker door suddenly shut and I screamed out in pain, my hand was still in it. I herd someone laugh and breathing in my ear.

"You think that's bad? Wait till later."

I held in the rest of my sobs and walked to class, glancing down at my knuckles once in a while, they were bleeding. I wiped my tears and headed to the back of the school instead.

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About an hour later I herd the back entrance doors open and heels clacking on the cement. I curled myself into a tighter ball, hoping not to be seen by who ever was coming.

"Tatum! There you are!"

I looked up to see the guidance counselor, Miss Allison. Crap.

"Just leave me alone please."

"Tatum, what's wrong?"

"I-Im fine." I looked down and saw my knuckles thought other wise.

I heard a sigh and she slid down next to me. She removed my hand from covering my knuckles and looked at it. By now my hand was caked with blood and dirt. I could feel her hand tremble as she stood up, pulling me with her.

She pulled me into a hug and I lost it once again. Wrapping her arms around me tightly, she kissed the top of my head.  She slowly started walking to the doors, taking me with her.

When we arrived in her office she set me down in a chair and got a wet paper towel to clean my hand off with. I watched her, sniffling once in a while.

"Thank you," I whispered.

She just smiled and kept cleaning. By the time she had finished the bell rang to go home. I stood up to leave and she gave me one last hug before I left.

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I had made it just outside the front doors when I felt someone grab my arms.

"Hi pigface."

Shit. The person started dragging me backwards and I used everything in my power to try and escape. The grip on me tightened and I winced. We went around to the back of school and pushed me against the wall.

Darcy walked up to me and socked me right in the stomach. I bent over and grabbed it. She took this time to lift my chin up and punch me right in the eye. I screamed in agony and pain as I felt glass shards enter my skin. I fell to the floor and balled. She laughed and delivered one last kick to my gut before walking away. I played there, whimpering before I got up.

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I walked home, one hand holding my gut and the other over my eye. When I got home I went upstairs into my bed room. I walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. Blood covered the right half of my face and the lens was broken.

I got a wet cloth and wiped it off, it hurt. I lifted up my shirt and saw black and purple bruises forming. I'm surprised she hasn't broke my ribs yet. I grabbed my glasses off the counter where I had sent them and chucked them on the floor, causing the rest to break.

I walked into my bedroom and over to my desk, sliding everything off it. I walked over to my book shelf and threw everyone of my books to the ground. I was crying hard by then. I walked over to my dresser and smashed everything in the floor. I slowly walked backwards over to my bed, my hand over my mouth.

I looked all around me, my belongings everywhere. I closed my eyes and a single tear ran down it. I looked over to the one spot that hasn't been destroyed to see a letter. Niall. I reached my arm over and ripped it open.

Dear T,

The night I got your letter, I sat there in tears. There is no way in bloody hell you deserve to be hit, no matter what you did. I know its hard to think that it isn't but you have to. You can't just take a beating, I don't know why they do it but I promise you that if you stand up to them, it will stop.

Love always, Niall

A small tear fell on the letter. Maybe he was right, I need to stand up to myself. Next time Darcy tries any crap with me, I won't let her. Oh Tatum, how wrong you were again.

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