Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Thirteen

The rest of the day has been strangely ok. There was no one bothering me in the hallway. So for the first time, I was early for all my classes. I felt like I could breath alittle. I still looked out for them, of course. For anyone. But then I think, I can't do anything, and don't even do anything about it when it does happen. And another plus, I didn't see Anthony or Andrew at all today. And if they're in one of my classes, they didn't come up to me. Even if they did, I wouldn't care, and pretend they're not there. No one bothered me during lunch either. So, for the first time in a long, long time. I left school happy, and relieved. And relaxed, and I have to safer this moment. Cause now, I have to go home. To my asshole of a uncle.

But, for me, something always happen. And it had to ruin my almost perfect day.

I go to my locker, and put in the combination. I hear the click of the lock, and I opened it. Taking all the things I need to bring back to the house. But in the middle of it all. I start to hear many numbers of footsteps, and they are coming towards me. I carefully look the way of the footsteps. Its the guys who bullied me coming toward me. My eyes widen a little, and lower my eyes back to my locker. Hoping they won't notice me, but no. They do, and they just have to come right over to me.

"Hey, Zoey."guy #3 says to me. And I could hear the smirk in his voice. I flinch at the tone.

"Zoe."I mutter under my breath. And starts to stuff my things in the bag quicker.

"What did you say?"the second one snaps at me.

I flinch at his voice. "Nothing."I reply. And closes my locker, and locking it. I try to move out of his way. But, of course, he had to block it.

The guy slaps the locker next to me. Anger clear on his face, glaring down at me. "Now, I'm not going to ask you again. What did you fucking say?" he asks coldly.

I look down at my shoes. "Zoe." I say. "My name is Zoe." I say. And I hear him laugh. I look up at him through my hair.

"Do you think we care?"he asks.

I look down again. I shake my head as I say. 'no'. And the second guy steps closer, getting into my personal space. I tense under him, and try to back up, away from him. Its, of course, no use. He quickly wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. He smiles wickly, making me want to gag. And he starts to stroke my hair.

"Now, now honey. I'm Derek, here."he starts in sweet, evil tone. "And I always succeed on getting what I want. So, what I'm getting, Is you." he says. And with that, he kisses me. Hard and rough, is the only words that describes it. And me being me, of course, I try to push him away. But he doesn't let me, he holds me tighter. And it goes on like this for a while. Usually, he would stop and start beating me, but he keeps trying to do . . . whatever he wants to do with me. And if its possible, he gets closer. Pushing on me, I could feel his thing on my thigh. And he tries to open my mouth. But I still won't let him, and he still doesn't let me go either. The other guys start to get bored.

"Come on, man. She isn't worth it. Lets let beat her, and try again next time." the first guy says.

The guy pulls away from me, and looks back at him. "No. I'm not giving up yet. Not today, I'm tired of this shit." he says.

I take this as a advantage, and try to get away. I take my knee, and hit him where the sun don't shine. He groans, and grabs onto them. And slowly falls to the ground. The guys stare at him for a while, widen eyed. And I take this change, I start to run. As fast as I can, and as far away. But luck is never on my side. 'Cause next thing I know I'm being pulled down by the leg, and I fall. I land on my right shoulder, and I groan. Thats going to leave a bruise. And they pull me toward them with my feet, somehow with my kicking and screaming.

And "Derek" comes on top my me. He gives me a smile, and starts to stroke my hair. "Now honey, why would did you think you could get away. You can't get away. It's too much work chasing after you for so long. I'm finished with this. Now I'm not taking no for an answer." he says sweetly.

He stands up, taking me with him. And he throws me over the shoulder. I start to scream and hit his back. But he won't let me go. I hear the other guys chuckle, and follow behind us.

Derek walks to the front doors, and opens them. And he walks out, and to a car. With me still in his arms, he opens the door. He gets in, throwing me in the passenger seat. I hit my head against the window, and I let out a yelp. He doesn't notice, and he drives off.

I try to move further away from him, moving around like a helpless worm. I look outside the window. And I have no idea where we're going. I look to Derek.

"Wh-where are we going?"I stutter.

He looks at me, smirks. Then back at the road. "Now sweetcheeks, we don't want to spoil the surprise, now do we?" he teases.

I glare at him, despite myself. I stick out my tongue to him. Me being my childish-self. He looks back at me, with raised eyebrows.

"What was that?"he asks.

"Nothing." I mumble. I sit up, and scoot away from him. I don't trust him at all. I can't think straight because of him. How do I even get out of this? I realize I can't. He's a monster, he's bruised me, hurt me from day to day, something I can't forgive him for.

But I want a new life, away from him, my uncle, this entire town. I don't want this.

Suddenly, the car stops. And I don't have time to react to what was going to happen. Derek pulls up the compartment, the only thing that separated us. He grabs me by the waist pulls me toward him. I let out squeak, and try to get away. But he takes my face and kisses me long and hard. And I fight the urge to puke.

I scratch at his shirt, trying to push him away. But he doesn't let go. His hands roam my body, and I whimper through the kiss. I hear him groan, and he moves to my neck. And starts to suck. I pop open my eyes, and cringe in disgust.

I try to push him off me again. "Please," I whisper, "please, leave me alone." I say.

I hear him groan again. He lifts his lips up to my ear. "Say that again baby, beg for me stop. You little bitch."

I gasp, and slap him. His head moves with the movement. He chuckles, and turns to me with a red cheek, his sparkling with frustrated and anger. But before he says anything. I sit up and scoot way.

"Y-you have no right!" I scream. I bend down, grab my backpack. I yank the door open, then slam it behind me. And walk away, even though I have no idea where I am. But it doesn't matter.

All that matters is I get the hell away from him. And just away from this fucking world.