Bullying, Our Secret

Chapter 13 - "Disgusting freak like you!"

I knew what he was referring to, the mark at my right side of my face. The bruise didn't look as bad as it did this morning but it wasn't something pretty to have.

"Does it hurt if I touch it?" He mocked bringing his fingers closer to my face.

"Stop..." I mumbled turning away.

"I will stop when i fucking want!" He replied coldly as he pressed roughly over my affected area.

I pushed myself back abruptly.

"Is it that cool to see me suffer? Do you enjoy it? Why don't you think before you speak in such a horrible way?" I spat staring directly into his eyes.

"I don't care" He said coldly boring his eyes out of my window.

How is he able to be so heartless towards others? Somehow I was expecting to make him understand what he was causing to me but it feels like he doesn't have a hint of humanity.

I ran my hands through my hair as he took out his phone out from his pocket.

Staring at him in disbelief I watched how he basically ignored me and just texted someone.

I give up.

"Ok leave, I'm not willing to spend my time with someone who doesn't give a fuck about what Im doing for him" I stood crossing my arms up to my chest.

He travelled his eyes up my body to meet mines. I surprised look danced on his orbs

Pulling his lips inside his mouth he put down his phone leaning forward to his book.

I sat thanking God that he finally understood something.

"A man... Has a f-field of.... 200 metres s-squares, He-e w-wantss" I stared incredibly as he basically just read like if he was a baby. "To f-finnd a-a... Pobiulation?"

"Population" I cut him off.

He gazed at me for a second before throwing the book away. "This is pointless! I don't give a fuck about maths!" He spat crossing his arms up to his chest as he frowned intensively.

My mind was out of that dimension, out of reality.

Can it be that...?

I wanted to test my theory. "Justin can you lift your right hand?"

He looked at me and then down to his hands.

I could tell by his look that he was struggling. I saw his hands shaking a little.

"Why do I have to do it?" He groaned frowning towards my direction.

My mind already guessed why he answered like that. There was no doubt although i wanted to make sure that it was that.

"Justin, please just do it" I softened my tone trying to soothe him.

He looked at me indecisively, then he looked back to his hands.

After taking some seconds he finally lifted a hand.

I was sure, there was no doubt.

"You should have told me that you are dyslexic" I said shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

A vein from his neck started to pop out a he clenched his jaw tight.

"What the fuck are you saying freak?!" His tone was hard yet it had some breaks.

I shook my head in disapproval. "Denying it wont make you get better" I said searching for his eyes which dropped to the ground.

"Im out of here" He disposed to say as he started to pack his stuff.

I stared at her for a few seconds until only his pencil-case was left on my desk.

I made a move and I grabbed his arms softly stopping him from grabbing his utensils.

"Justin you don't need to feel ashamed of you, your dyslexia doesn't mean that you cant achieve a good grade, it makes you stronger"

For the first time in my life I smiled to him. I never thought i would smile to him or say such a cheerful words to him.

The silence took over us. He stared at me indecisively. For once I saw a nice aura in his eyes.

But just as it came it faded as he grasped on my wrist placed on top of his arm.

He walked firmly forward making me to walk backwards until my back met the wall.

"You know nothing ok, I don't need help, and even less coming from a disgusting freak like you, Got it?" He paused to lick his arms as he closed the gap between us leaning his head towards my ear.

"And if you tell anyone about my problem I will make sure to make you cry every fucking day left of your life, got it" He spoke tightening the grip awaiting for an answer.

I nodded as I pressed my eyes tight together.

My body was shaking just like if an electric wave divided me in two.

He released me from his grip wearing that mysterious smile that he always draws on his face every time he is done with me.

He grabbed his backpack and pulling it up to his shoulder he turned as he walked gazing to my direction.

His eyes almost cut me in half.

I heard his footsteps going down stairs and slowly I made my way to my door. I closed it slowly trying not to make any sound as my body was still paralysed by his touch and strident words.

I finally let out a gasp as I slid down against my door.

He has no heart.