Lost In The Dark

Chapter 9

Probably sensitive/ triggering stuff ahead. Be warned.

Vote and
Comment!

After my embarrassing episode during lunch, I had become the backbone of a joke, the laughingstock, you name it.

Since I didn't talk to a lot of people, most were kind enough to stifle their laughter when they saw me.

Some uncultured pigs however, saw it fit to approach me. Diane gave those mannerless creeps a piece of her mind though.

Weirdly enough, I expected her to ditch me again like she had done for the past week but she didn't. If anything, she was being very protective and shielding me from everyone.

One more class and I would be done for the day. Taking permission to use the bathroom, I left my class and started my long journey across the hallway.

There was no one loitering because everyone was supposed to be in class.

Humming a tune to myself, I did my business, washed my hands and started heading back to class.

I heard muffled screams coming from somewhere. Where exactly was what I wasn't sure of.

Following the sounds, I found myself climbing up to the third floor.

Due to the increase in the number of students and staff, the third floor was recently built so we could expand but nobody had moved up yet.

Since it was still under construction, it was prohibited to prevent injuries.

The muffled screams seemed even louder and the person seemed to be in anguish. Hurrying up, I kept going till I found myself at the end of the hallway.

Taking a left, the sounds were coming from a room, most likely to be used as an office.

I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

"Shut up!"
I heard a gruff voice say from inside before I heard skin slapping on skin.

Forcing the door open by means unknown to me, I found a very distressed Alice aka Mop hair looking wretched. Her mascara was running down her face indicating that she had been crying. Her makeup in general was strewn. A very distinct hand print painted her cheek.

Her blouse was ripped and her hair looked worse than mine after Diane ruffled it. Thankfully, she still had her jeans on even though it was unzipped and the button was undone.

A biker kid with multiple piercings and tattoos looking like he belonged in juvie hovered above her looking at me. My sudden entrance must have startled him.

They say don't judge a book by its cover but this chapter was not even looking good.

With a crooked smile, he smirked at me curling his fingers to motion me closer.

"Care to join the fun?"

A wave of disgust washed over me as I curled my fist tight and slowly walked over to him.

With my tiny frame, he clearly underestimated the damage I could cause because by the time I was done roughing him up, one eye was swollen shut while the other was bruised and surrounded by scratches from my nails. At least, I didn't blind him.

His nose was broken and busted would not be good enough to describe his lips. His forehead was swollen due to my legendary head butt and I was tempted to break a few bones.

Probably bruising a rib or two, I elbowed him in the throat while pulling him by the knees and slamming him to the floor.

Finally, I angled him towards the door, sprinted in his direction and gave a supersonic kick to his nether region.