Dollface

A Warning P.H.

Another one for CrazyZura ❤️❤️ sorry it took so long!!!

I hadn't meant to slap him, honestly. What had happened was purely out of terror. He had grabbed me, his hand on my hipbone so tight it made me cry out in pain. My natural reaction was to hit him, and without a thought my hand met the side of Henry bowers face. The impact had been so hard that it left a handprint against his skin. He audibly ground his teeth together in anger, raising his hand, ready to hit my right back. Before he got the chance to make contact a yell came from my left.

Henry froze immediately, a look or horror washing over him as he quickly retracted his hand. I recognized the voice, it was the sheriff, Henry's dad. "What's going on" his voice boomed as he approached us. I immediately sprinted off, not waiting for Mr.Bowers to arrive. I ran so fast that my legs burned and I didn't stop until I knew I was far enough away that they could no longer see me. I proceeded to speed walk to my house. When I made it there, I quickly went inside slamming my front door and locking it before sprinting to the back door and locking that one as well.

My mother pulled her glasses down and stared at me, a confused expression playing across her face as she set her book down. "Is something wrong?" She questioned watching me peak through the window. "No Mom, nothings wrong. Sorry" I said immediately, sounding more nervous then I had meant to. She continued to stare at me for a minute before shrugging and going back to her book. Needless to say I didn't sleep that night, I just sat at my bedroom window staring out at the street anxiously.

THE NEXT DAY

At some point in the night I had fallen asleep. I woke up cold on my floor underneath my window seal. I got up and got ready for school before heading down the stairs to leave. My mom had already left for work so I just grabbed an apple and headed off.

I was cautious on my way to school, making sure to stay far enough from the road so that if bowers and his friends were to drive by me they wouldn't see me. Luckily that didn't happen and I made it there unscathed. Walking up the steps I waved at my friends and acquaintances, saying hi to some of them as I made my way to my locker. I continued to look around nervously, ready to sprint away at any moment of any of the boys where to enter the hallway. Quickly I grabbed my needed books and shut the locker, speeding off to my first class knowing that my teacher would be in her classroom already. I took my normal seat and soon my peers filed in before the bell rang. When it did we all got quiet and the lesson began.

After about 30 minutes of taking notes I had to go to the bathroom. Raising my hand I asked politely and was dismissed into the hallway. I made my way down the deserted hall to the bathroom and made my way inside. I did my business and headed up to the sink to wash my hands. I was finishing up when I head something behind me, footsteps. I grabbed some paper towels assuming that it was just another girl needing to use the facility's. Suddenly I felt a hand clamp down around my forearm and I froze. I could feel cold rings against my bare skin and I immediately knew it was Patrick. He yanked my arm hard turning me around so that I was facing him before he roughly shoved me against the bathrooms tile wall.

I yelped as my back met the hard surface, knocking the air right out of my lungs. His other hand quickly came down against the wall next to my head, making a loud thud. I flinched, my body visibly shaking from fear. "Couldn't find you in the hallway this morning." He said, his breath hot against the side of my face. I didn't say anything, to scared to even move. "What's wrong? Cats got your tongue?" He laughed, his voice low and threatening as his pointer finger and thumb clamped down on my jaw, squeezing my cheeks until my lips were puckered.

He leaned in close brushing his thumb against my lip, so close in fact that if I hadn't known any better I might have though he was going to kiss me. Unfortunately instead I was met with a hard slap to my left cheek. I dropped into a squatting position, recoiling away from his hand, scrunching into a ball against the wall. I could hear the sound of him laugh quietly above me. I though he was going to walk away but he didn't.

He squatted down to my level and grabbed a handful of my hair. He yanked my head back so that I was forced to look at him before bringing his face inches from mine. "If I ever see you disrespect one of us again," he growled lowly rubbing his thumb against the spot he had just assaulted me. "I'm gonna make you sorry that you ever existed" I heard the click of his lighter before an awful burning sensation began on my inner thigh.

He held me there for a minute, trying my best to hold back my screams as he continued to burn me. Once he was satisfied with what he had done he pulled me up off the ground, shoving me into the wall once again. He lifted his hand as if he was about to slap me for a second time. I clamped my eyes shut, waiting for impact, but after a minute I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see that he was now gone. In a panic I sprinted back to my class, every step hurting due to my fresh burn. I tried my best to smooth my hair out and wipe my tear stained face before opening the door and retaking my seat. Needless to say, I never used that bathroom again.