Harry Long Imagine {Completed}

Part 3

y breathing became slow and the pain was immense as I received another kick to the ribs by the leader of the group Lola. She snickered down at me as I let out a loud cry of pain, she delivered another kick not caring about the pain she was giving me.

"Better loose some weight whale, I can literally have to kick my foot harder to get at you", she snickered.

"I want my turn", Jade whined.

Lola and Brooke picked me up off the floor, my legs felt like jelly from the blows and kicks I had received from the beatings I had received from them. I silently prayed that it would be over soon. Looking up at Jade, I saw her warming up her fist as she pulled back and hit me right in the stomach the air leaving my lungs. I kept praying the end was near but the two seemed relentless to me. Finally they dropped me in the floor, leave me bloody and bruised.

"Your nothing but a worthless waste of space, you don't belong in this world so why don't you leave".
I got up the next day I woke up and felt like utter crap, I stumbled home and went straight to my room. Thank god my mother and father went out dinner with their friends cause I didn't know how I would explain the bruises and cuts to them. I just remembered the scalding hot water washing over every cut and bruise I was giving yesterday. Now that I look myself in the mirror I see it was far worst than I expected, I rested my hands on my dresser as I stared myself in the mirror. Pulling my top right drawer open, I pulled out my makeup bag and went on the giant mission to cover up the scratches and bruises. Once I was finished, I grabbed the bottle of alieve and headed down stairs for breakfast. My mother looked up at me and smiled.

"You look lovely today dear", my mom complimented me.

"Thank you mom, where dad", I asked.

I mentally patted myself for wear my pink henely sweater, dark washed jeans, and brown boots.

"He's still knackered from last night, Mr. Thompson persuaded your father to try scotch and let's say the number of glasses got away from him", my mother shook her head.

"Oh, well I hope he feels better", I smiled at her.

"Well darling you better get to school, dinners at regular time ok", she smiled at me.

"Yes mom", I smiled and headed out the door to school.

I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the halls to my locker, I didn't know why but I did. I would peak side to side and see the groups talking about me. I didn't realize what the fuss was about until I arrived at my locker and saw the four. I slowly approached until I stood in front of them, it all happened so fast but before I knew it Brooke grabbed me by the throat and slammed me up against the wall. Sending my books and papers everywhere.

"Listen to me fat ass, if you know what's good for you then I suggest you meet us after school a your usual meet up. Don't be late or you'll get it worst".