Unspoken Words

Chapter 4

               I walk to my first class, trying my best to ignore what Harry said to me earlier. I swear, he drives me crazy, what did I even do to him to deserve this? I walk decide to stop by my locker on the way and open it with ease. I reach inside only to have the door slammed on my hand. I cry out in pain as I pull it out and assess the damage.
               It's nothing to bad, but is bad enough. I roll my eyes and turn to look at Harry who has on his signature smirk on. I roll my eyes at him and turn around, only to be slammed into the lockers. My back screams in pain and I bite my lip, trying not to cry out.
               A hand comes out of nowhere and slugs me in the jaw. I bring my hand up to it immediately and am kneed in the stomach. I fall to the floor and Harry's converse connects several times with my face before he hears Jace calling my name.
               My heart rate speeds up as I hear him come closer and feel him kneel beside me. He helps me up and pulls me away from Harry. He guides me to the nurse's office.
              The nurse gapes at me as I walk in. "I fell." Is all I say and she looks at me doubtfully before setting to work on cleaning me up. I wince every time she touches me and she smiles sympathetically.
               "I'm sending you home. You are in no condition to go to class." I shake my head coming up with excuses. "You could have broken rivs dear. I think it would be best if you went to the doctor." I look down at my stomach and shake my head.
               "I'll be fine. Can you just write me an excuse so I can go back to class?" She looks at me hard before nodding her head reluctantly.
               "Still, take my advice about going to the doctor's. Your fall could be serious." I nod as she hands me the written excuse and walk out, looking at Jace's schedule.
               His schedule is almost the same as mine except for the three classes I have with Harry.
               I show Jace where his second period is and walk the other way towards mine. "See you at lunch!" I call and he turns around smiling before stepping into his classroom, closing the door behind him.
               I try to keep my head held high even though its hard. I get to see Harry this period and in fact sit right next to him. Fuck. Oh well. I open the door to my classroom and tilt my head down as I give my teacher the excuse.
               I make my way to my assigned seat. As I walk through, I trip on something and fall on my face. Everyone bursts into laughter and I just hurry to my seat in the back.
              "Nice fall, whore." I try my best to ignore the comments that fill the room and put my head down. "Where's your boyfriend? Did he get sick of you too?" That sets me off and I sit up trying not to cry.
               "Olivia Andrews! Stop talking and pay attention!" I exhale angrily putting my headphones in and laying my head down again, blocking everyone out.
                She sees my face and backs off letting me do what I want. I know that I will probably regret it later, but at the moment I couldn't care less. I just want to curl up into a ball and disappear.
                By the time the bell rings, I am ready and practically run out the door. Before I get there, Mrs. Anderson stops me. After everyone piles out, she examines my face.
                "Who did this to you?" She asks in a motherly tone and I just give her the excuse that I fell. She shakes her head not believing me. "Rumors are going around the school that you attempted suicide, is that true?" 
                 I look her in the eyes for the first time and examine her. She is one of the oldest teachers and the sweetest, too. She has brown hair and you can see the grey coming in. She has giant brown orbs and a warm smile. Her skin wrinkled, more in some places than others.
                "No it isn't true." I try to convince her, but she isn't buying it.
                "I don't believe you." She says and I furrow my eyebrows as I try to figure out her motives.
                "If you already knew the answer, why did you ask?" She cocks her head to the side.
                "Because I wanted to see what you would say. I've heard the rumors and know about the beatings." My eyes widen and I hope she doesn't think my parents beat me. "By Mr. Styles." I relax and she notices immediately. "You shouldn't let him do that to you dear, you deserve better."
                At that moment, Jace walks in smiling and I smile back. "I have to go Mrs. Anderson, I don't want to be late for class." She nods and I walk out the door, Jace trailing behind.
                "What was that all about?" Jace asks.
                "She knows Harry beats me Jace." He takes my hand and wraps his arm around me. I lean into him as we head to my locker. I grab my third and fourth period things so I won't have to later and slam it shut. 
                I lean against my locker with Jace hovering over me. He reaches up and traces a bruise on my face. I flinch and wince making him drop his hand. "I'm sorry." He whispers and I smile reassuringly at him. "I should've been there and I wasn't."
                "You didn't know. It's not your fault okay?" He hesitates, but nods. I lean forward and he kisses me on the cheek as we walk to our third period class. Since we have the same class, I find him a seat next to mine in the back and we talk until the bell rings.
                Students walk in and sit down as we wait for our teacher. I focus on Jace, admiring his facial structure. He catches me looking and turns to me smirking. "Like what you see?" He asks me and I giggle rolling my eyes.
                The teacher walks in and Harry is walking behind her. My eyes widen as he looks over at me and smirks. "Harry please take a seat over... behind Ms. Andrews." I groan and she cocks her head to the side. "Do you have an issue with that Ms.?
                I'm about to say yes, but see a look of warning pass over Harry's features. "N-no not at a-all." She nods and looks at me strangely before shrugging and turning around to look over her lesson plans.
                "Hey princess" Harry says from behind me as he slides into his seat. I choose to ignore him and pay attention to the teacher when he yanks my hair.
                I yelp in pain and the teacher turns around, clearly annoyed. "Is everything alright Ms. Andrews?" She says through clenched teeth and I just nod. 
                "Everything is just peachy." I say sending her a 'help me please' look which she chooses to ignore. I sigh putting my head down ignoring everything.
                She passes out the homework which I quickly get to work on. Harry moves his desk on the other side of me and sits down, looking at me expectantly. "Yes?" I look over at him quizzically and he just smirks.
                "I need help." I roll my eyes instantly regretting it. He punches me in the stomach and I fight the instinct to make noise. Jace looks at me worriedly but I just shake my head holding my breath.
                "Why don't you ask the teacher for help?" I ask through clenched teeth. He rolls my eyes as if I should already know the answer.
                "Because I'd rather get help from you princess." I roll my eyes at his pathetic pet name and wait for him to explain himself further. "Because you're mine."
                I look over at Jace who has his hands balled into fists and see how red his face is. I shake off the uneasy feeling Harry's words give me and quickly finish the work, walking up to the teacher and handing it in. She glances over the paper nodding and writes a big 100 on it. I smile, satisfied and walk back to my desk, trying not to trip.
                Jace smiles when he sees me and I sit down next to him, ignoring Harry completely. He is still on my other side and I do my best to pretend he isn't there. "Help me." He growls and I roll my eyes frustrated with him.
                One, two, three punches make impact with my stomach and I double over setting my head on my desk. I bite my lip so I won't cry and accidentally let a whimper slip out. A tear slips from my eye and I quickly grab my stuff and run out.
                I don't pay attention to where I'm going until I see the familiar girl's restroom. I hang my head as I let a few more tears escape and lean against the counter. 
                I look up and gasp once I see how bad my face looks. I pick up my shirt and gasp at the bruises that layer my stomach. I close my eyes and exhale carefully. It hurts to breathe so I inhale and exhale slowly.
                I hear someone walk in and don't even bother to look and see who it is. I see Harry's reflection and gasp before he grabs my head and slams it into the mirror. The last thing I remember before passing out is the pain and Harry's smirking face.