ALONE j.g.

Chapter 4

I start to make my way towards the back of the school curious to see who put the note in my locker.

I walk out the doors of the school to the football field empty.

I look around to see if I can see anyone before making my way to the bleachers.

I soon realise no ones in sight so I take out my phone and play it for a bit hoping it will past time before Mystery person comes.

I soon hear the unmistakeable sound of footsteps coming towards me as I look up and see the smirking bitch with two lean guys on either side of her.

"Good you turned up now I just wanted to say stay away from those boys because they're mine."

"And if I don't?" I say laughing a bit.

She smirks before nodding at the two boys next to here.

They come over to me and hold me on each side.

Brittany walks up to me and slaps me across the face then punches me in the stomach.

I fall to the floor as they continue to kick me and couple more times making me groan in pain.

Once she finish she walks off without another word as the two boys follow leaving me on the floor in pain.

I struggle to get myself up and make my way to the front of the school.

I soon see Cameron's car and get in.

"What the fuck happened to you. Who did this?!" Cam shouts

I ignore him and look at the ground. I didn't want to talk about it.

He sighs realising he wasn't going to get an answer from me any tie soon and finally begins to drive me home.

The whole way to my house we drive in complete silence and I couldn't have been more grateful.

As we stop at the front of my house Cam finally decides to speak up.

"Rhianna, you know I can't let those people get away with this."

"Cam, leave it I don't want to be a snitch just leave it alone."

"How can I leave it alone! I can't let them do this to you, I care about you too much to see you like this and do nothing about it."

I just sigh and decide to get out.

Cam grabs my wrist pulling me back towards him.

"Rhianna I just don't want to lose you."

"You won't just please stay out of this."

He hesitantly lets go of my hand as I give him a quick wave and rush inside.

I decide to sneak upstairs before my dad can see me like this.

I quickly clean-up and apply make up to cover my bruises as best as I could.

After that I head down stairs and greet my dad with a kiss on the cheek welcoming him home from work.

When I finally get up into my room again I can't help but break down.

What did I do to deserve this?

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I wake up the next morning tired from lack of sleep.

I can't get the thoughts of him out of my head so my sleeping has been worse.