Wild, Wilder, Wildest

First

Imagine the worst thing that could possibly happen, cut in half, then multiplied by three, and you've got my life. Every day I get bullied by four boys. Their names are Matthew, Quinn, Logan, and Jack. Most kids were granted with normal lives. I, on the other hand, was not.
The beginning of my day did not start out well, but then again when does it?

I heard footsteps behind me and I already knew what was about to happen, "Remember all that fun we had, what was it, two weeks ago?" Logan said, smirking as he put his arm around my shoulder. "I feel like it would be cool if we all got together and went for another few or even, several rounds. Sound good?"

I didn't reply.

"Oh, come on sweetheart. Don't you like me?" He pestered me. I don't understand how he gets joy out of this.

"No," I said, soon I would know that that was a bad idea.

"You know that really hurt my feelings, Juno. I guess I'll have to, " He took a pause and sighed, "teach you a lesson." He reached into his pocket, and the glint of a knife shined on my face. Before he could do anything else, I ran into the school and went to the first period.

"Juno? I don't think you've come this early since your first day of high school." Mrs. Anderson said, leaning on his desk.

"Bray told me to meet her at the school early, so here I am," But, of course, I was lying.

"Okay." She said.
I took my usual spot in the back and hoped the day would go by quickly. I took out a book, and after a while, the bell rang, and people started to pile in.
"Now that everyone's here, let's begin." Mrs. Anderson stated.

I put my book down and tried to listen to the lecture, but everything she said went in one ear, and out the other. Except for this next bit, that made me want to spontaneously combust.

"I will be assigning partners! Bray with Aaron, Anna with Jack, Beth with Allison, Jessica with Lionel, Diane with Taylor, Sara with Quinn, Grace with Logan, Randy with Alexa, Jasmine with Jack, Mia with Axel, and Juno with Matthew." She said.

"Well, shit." I murmured.

"Seems like I'm stuck with you," Matthew chimed, "I'm gonna come over to your house, after school, and as long as you do all the work; we'll be on good terms."

"Fine with me." Although, I couldn't be any less fine. There was no stopping it.
. . .
I was walking back to my house and noticed Matthew was lurking behind me. God, could you be any less conspicuous? I strode inside, then locked the door. I just need a little time to breathe. Just breathe. I looked in the mirror, and stood for a second, thinking about the possibilities. What could happen? Is he going to beat me up? From there, it turned into: Is this the day I die? I turned around and opened the door, greeting myself with a face from hell.
"Come in," I said, trying to sound confident.

"Thanks for the invite," Matthew closed the door, then spun around and seemed to tower over me, "What are we gonna write about?"

"Well, it has to be something on Greek mythology, so... story of Persephone, maybe?"

He shrugged, "Whatever you want, it's not like I'm gonna help."

I sat down, and after half an hour or so, I was finished. Although, slightly hard to concentrate with Matthew looming over me.
"Done," I said, barely able to hold eye contact with him.

"That fast? Well then, guess I should leave." He said, but then he gripped my shoulders and threw his lips, forcefully against mine. I wanted nothing to do with him, and as I tried to escape his grasp, he only pushed harder, leaving purple marks on my skin. I put my hands on his chest, and with all my might, pushed him away.

"Stop. Just go," I whimpered. I felt tears begin to form.

He growled and drew his hand back, then slapped me as hard as he could. I fell to the ground, crying, as he stomped out the door.
I held my cheek and stood up slowly. Then, I remembered something I had to take care of. I took the pregnancy test out of the drawer in my desk and went to the bathroom. Only bringing flashbacks from two weeks ago.

"Hey Juno, want a ride home?" Logan joked. I kept on walking, hoping they would just drive past and leave me alone. But, the faster I walked, the more they taunted me. They stopped the car and got out, at this notion I sprinted as fast I could. I turned the corner into an alley, a shortcut to my house. Despite my best efforts, I felt someone grab me by the waist and throw me to the ground. Quinn took hold of my arms, while Jack held my legs. I watched as Logan and Matt got themselves ready. Then, they stripped me of my clothes, the last bit of dignity I had left, and raped me. After a few minutes of my screams of pain, and their wretched laughter, they left me there. Naked, weak, ashamed, and alone, I dragged my beaten self back to my house and lied on the ground. Just staring at the mirror, on the wall of the living room, back at me, someone I didn't even recognize anymore.

I looked at the pregnancy test, and my worst fear had come true. It was positive.