Chapter13: Reveal

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Weeks pass, and summer vacay is near. I've been rehearsing with the guys for awhile, and I've been hanging around with Ricky for awhile, but he never mentions anything about liking, but he does flirt a lot. I'm not a good flirt, so I try not to flirt, and laugh instead. There's only two weeks until vacay, and I'm so excited. We discussed that the day after school is over, we hit the road. I've been pretty depressed even more though because I've still been bullied. And it gets worse by the day. Today at school, I didn't go to class, I stayed in the bathroom stall, drawing due to anxiety. Lainey and Derek had been searching for me all day, I became their favorite punching bag. After I feel safe, (and know that the school day is near ending), I crept out of my stall and stare in my mirror. My hair was darker than it used to be, and my hazel eyes shone brighter too. My lips that used to be disgustingly white, were pink like they used to be, and my skin was getting its original ivory color again. I hadn't been cutting sense the day Chris challenged me not to.

I begin to feel gutsy and take off my jacket, revealing my naked arms. No scars. I smile at myself and wipe away the happy tears before they fell down my face. I wrapped my jacket around my waist and slide out my new iPhone that chris bought me, I took a selfie and sent it to him, captioned "I did it, and I couldn't of done it without you, you're the best! :D" he  immediately replied with "I'M SO FUCKIN PROUD OF YOU, I COULD SCREAM OUT OF HAPPINESS RIGHT NOW, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE, I'M TEXTING THE GUYS RIGHT NOW XD" I smiled and slid the device in my bag, then that's when Lainey comes in. Speak of the Devil. I tried to walk pass her, but she pushed me into the wall, walking close into my face. Our bodies were inches away. She put her hand on the side of my face.

"someone looks bright and alive today..." she says, smirking at me.

" I never noticed how attractive you are until now, and look, you finally took of your jacket, he must be doing something right. I applaud him,"

"Lainey, what do you want? Why me? I don't do anything to any of you and you insist on bullying me....for four long, miserable years...do you know how much that hurts?" My voice breaks as I spoke.

"Aw, poor Elizabeth has feelings...we do this because we know that you won't do anything, and if you do, we'll hurt you so you won't do it again,"

I wipe a falling tear from my face as Lainey wraps her small hand around my neck, she doesn't squeeze, she just hold my neck and stares into my eyes.

"But, I have a specific reason to hurt you...beginning of freshman year, I was nice to you. I talked to you, I stood up for you, and I ask you to the dance by bringing you flowers and candy and announced to everyone that I was going to ask you out... and you reject me in front of the whole school. How embarrassing. I got rejected by the freak loser. So now, I have the opportunity to do what I've always wanted to do,"

She slides her free hand up my shirt and in my bra, I try to move her hand, but she slaps me when I do, soon after, rivers of tears falls down my face as she gropes me, then she slides her hand down my pants, and crashed her lips onto mine, the school bell finally rings, she breaks the kiss and smirks at me, leaving me alone in the bathroom, I fall to my knees and cry.

It's true, I did reject her, but only because my mother needed me to help her with some things around the house. I finally get up and runs through the crowded hallways and out the door, Chris was already waiting outside, I wipe my face and gets in the car.  I put my head down, making my hair fall in front of my face.

"Hey, soldier, how was school?"

"I don't wanna talk about it,"

"w-why? did something bad happened?"

"No, I  just don't want to fucking talk about it," I reply harshly.

Chris scoffs at me, and curses underneath his breath and drives away, during the whole ride, we were quiet. When we did get home, I ran up the stairs, and headed for my room, but Chris grabbed my arm.

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