-Chapter One-

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-Bella-

"Bella , honey wake up. " My mother shook me .

I yawned and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand . " Can't I stay home today ?" I was trying my best to win her over.

She shook her head. "No. You've been home these past days . And plus its Friday ."

I mentally cussed her out in my head and pulled the covers back. "Cheers to another fucked up day in school." I said sarcastically.

I went over to my closet and picked myself out a simple outfit. It was a Nirvana t shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans.

I walked towards my bathroom and did my hygiene business. When I was through I brushed through my hair and pulled it into a messy bun. I grabbed my phone and ran downstairs.

"Isabella, for god sake ,what do you have on ?" She looked up at me in pure disgust.

"Oh gee, I don't know. Maybe , clothes." I said saucily.

She glared at me." Watch your mouth young lady."

I brushed past her and grabbed some slices of bacon. I ate a piece sloppily in her face. "Thanks for the bacon mom."

She just looked at me in with a nasty scowl on her face. "Just, just go to school. "

I laughed at her and grabbed my keys. In all honesty, I'm a very lazy person. So there's no way I'm walking to school.

I hopped in my car and enjoyed the 15 minutes of peace I had until I get to this hell hole we call school.

When u got there I could already spot my friend Gianna running towards me . I parked my car and got out. As I looked around all I could say to myself is "welcome to hell".

"Hey Bella!" Gianna engulfed me in a hug.

I groaned in annoyance. "What have I told you about hugging me ? Can't I just get a simple hello ?"

"I said hey , gosh ! You're so snappy !"

I laughed." Why are we friends again ?"

She shrugged."I honestly don't know . "

We both laughed. "Well, I'm gonna go ahead and head to Geometry."

"Ok. Bye Gianna !"

Gianna turned around and stuck me the finger . Can I say I have an awesome friend ?

I walked into the school and went towards my locker. I never take my books home ,never. I don't find the need to .

I fished through my locker until I found my Chemistry book. The bell ran throughout the halls ,signaling for everyone to get to class.

I got all my things together and walked towards my class. As I walked I felt my books slip out of my hands. I look up to see Harry Styles.

To make a long story short, Harry and I aren't too fond of each other .

"Hey slut." He yanked me by my shirt and leaned me into the lockers.

"Where is your pussy of posse? You guys stopped screwing each other ?" I had a huge smirk on my face.

The smirk from Harry's face disappeared as a frown began to form. "Shut the hell up Matthews ! You know, for a person who's about to get their ass beaten , you sure do have a smart mouth. "

I spit in his face. "Get away from me Styles ! "

He wiped the excess spit from his face ." You are such a bitch ! You're dead meat Matthews ! Dead fucking meat !"

"Ooohh, I'm scared ! " I mocked him .

He pushed me harshly against the lockers and stared deep into my eyes. "Just wait until this afternoon. You'll wish you never met me. " He shoved me once more before he left me stranded in the hallway.

The final bell had rung and I was beyond ready to go home. I went to my locker and put all my things away.

Once the halls were cleared I began to make my way towards the parking lot. When I opened the door to my car I felt a kick to my abdomen .

"Where do you think you're going Matthews?" Harry wrapped his arms around me and put one hand over my mouth while he dragged me towards the school garden.

Once we got there he let me go. "You asshole!" I brought my hand up to slap him but he punched me ,getting the first hit.

"I told you you'd regret it ." I saw all of his friends come out of nowhere and gave me evil glares, except Zayn Malik. I never understood why he hung out with them. As for Niall,Louis, and Liam ,they were more than happy to punish me.

"Niall, Liam ! Hold her arms. Louis, cover her mouth. " Harry instructed.

Harry punched me in my ribcage and kicked my face. I groaned in pain as the pain began to build .

I wanted so badly to cry, but the pain was so unbearable that all I could do was sit there and get hit like a punching bag.

"Zayn, slap her!" Zayn gave him a nervous look.

He shook his head. "I can't . I don't feel too well today." He lied.

Harry shrugged." Suit yourself." Harry took the opportunity to hit me again . This time it hurt more than before .

"Please ...just stop. I'm sorry." I pleaded.

I know I sounded weak. But I couldn't do anything else. They had he in hostage, leaving me vulnerable and defenseless.

They all laughed at me . "Oh , baby. You want me to stop ? " Harry asked with a sweet tone.

I nodded. "Well too damn bad!" He elbowed me in the groin ,making me tumble over and having blood escaping my mouth.

"I guess Thats enough. Bye bitch !" He kicked my side one last time before leaving me in the school garden bloody and beaten up.

When everyone left Zayn came back and touched my face." Are you okay?"

I just stared at him. I didn't have strength to talk.

"I'm so sorry." He lent down and kissed my forehead. He tried to pull me up but I flinched away from him.

He took the hint and left. I didn't want his comfort. He saw Harry abuse me.

I got up with the little strength I had and walked towards my car.

I drove home in complete silence. When I got home my mother looked at me in horror. "What the hell happened Isabelle?!"

"H-Harry. Him and his friends." I croaked.

My mother gave me a look of disapproval. "I told you to stop making him angry Isabelle ! Do you want to get me fired ?!"

My mother worked with Harry's father. Harry I used to date, but I broke up with him because he cheated on me. So ever since then, we hated each other.

"Mom, I didn't do anything ."

"You never do anything ! Now clean yourself up , they're coming over for dinner tonight and I don't need you looking a mess !"

I just stood there staring at her in total disbelief. "Well go on. "

I turned around and went upstairs. This is the bullshit I have to deal with on a daily basis.

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