Bullied

Chapter 4

Jessica's POV

We got to Justin's house soon after and sat on his couch.

"So when did this start?" he asked.

"When did what start?" I respond.

"You're dad and mom, they're abusing." he frowns.

"A little bit after you started hating me." I frown back.

"I'm really sorry" he states.

"It's ok I'm used to it" I lie. I'm really not it hurts more and more every time.

"I'll be right back" he gets up and walks upstairs.

I get up off the couch and realize I'm really thirsty. I walk over to the sink and grab a glass from where the glasses were last time I came here. I starting filing it with water and a voice cause me to jolt.

"What are you doing?" he says.

I jump back and drop the glass.

"O-oh shit I'm so sorry." I panic and get on my knees trying to pick up the broken pieces.

"Fuck" I hiss as a piece of glass cuts through my palm.

"Jessica no! I got it stop stop" he yells.

He pulls me off the floor, slightly pulling my sleeves up.

"Are you okay?" he asked concern.

"Yeah I'm fine" I brush a piece of hair out of my face.

He eyes widen.

"What?" I ask.

"Give me your arm." he demands.

I look down realizing my cuts are visible to him. I pull my sleeves down and shake my head no.

"Jessica now!" he yells.

I stay still.

He tugs my arms from my sides and pulls up my sleeve.

"Why?" was the only word that came out of his mouth.

"It doesn't matter" I shake my head.

"Yes it does!" he screams.

"Tell me right now!" he demands.

"It started the same night my parents began abusing me." I explain.

"You had bullied me for a while and then my parents treated me like I was shit." I let a tear slip.

"No one gave a fuck about me and I wouldn't blame them" I cry.

"I'm a pathetic piece of shit." I finish.

"Get out" he says.

"What?" I look up at him.

"Leave Jessica" I stare at him confused.

"Right now!" he screams.

I jump at his sudden change in temper and grab my stuff ready to head back home.

I leave his house without another word crying the entire way back. My parents were home so I would have to be extremely quite.

I walk inside and put my bag on the sofa and start walking upstairs when something catches my eyes.

I look to my right and there he stands drunk as ever with an evil look on his face.

"You thought you could try to get past me?" he laughed.

"I-I'm sorry." I stammer .

He pulls me by my hair causing me to fall down the stairs.

I groan In pain as he kicks my sides and punches the sides of my neck.