Unbroken

Chapter 3 (unedited)

“He who does not shield himself from vilification receives it.”
-Arabian proverb

Drunk teenagers were sprawled across the room. A couple of them were making out and everywhere smelled of whisky and some unidentifiable drinks. Fiona held me close to her as a mother would as we joined the party that was already in full swing.

I was alone in a corner, reading a book on my phone and, at the same time, warding off drunk guys that had come to me. I craned my neck, looking for Fiona who had disappeared with Anderson since we arrived.

Just when I thought I had warded off all the guys that were brave enough to come to me and I could read in peace, I saw someone approaching.

When the person came closer, I saw that it was a girl who looked as if she had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Her hair was professionally curled and shined in the room. Her blue dress was long and it looked like a wedding dress. It was no doubt, sewn by one of the best tailors in town. It was Georgia, the celebrant.

"Look who's at my party" She said, smirking and showing off her pink lips that have been tasted by virtually all the boys in the school, if not all. "Hey, Georgia, happy birthday." I replied calmly. "Thank you" she said, smirking again.

She looked at me closely, and I could tell that she admired my dress. "Looks like Fiona finally learnt to share her things" she said. I felt insulted but waved off the comment by saying "It's a nice party." I said, smiling sweetly. "I know it is, and I thought we invited students, not beggars. I'm not complaining anyway since we have plenty of food and drinks, and I'm sure there will be leftovers for you to take home since it looks like you've never had a birthday party of your own. Who am I kidding? Isn't it obvious that your bitch who drives a car from the '90s and cannot even afford three square meals is not capable of buying the drinks here, talk more about throwing her scumbag daughter a party. I'm sure you wish you were me." She said, winking and giving me a satisfied smile.

I slapped her hard, and her face turned red immediately. Her jaw was literally on the floor. "That was to shut you up. Now, let me reply to you. I only feel sorry for your mother that she was far gone before she realized that she was pregnant, and it was too late for an abortion, leaving her with no choice but to give birth to you, which I'm sure she regrets. I mean, judging by the way you act, isn't it obvious that some abortion pills must have fallen into your dumb skull and made you mentally deranged, I don't wish I were you, I never have, and I never will because it must suck being you. Look at you, Georgia Adams, snobbish dumbass. If there were an award for the world's most used pussy, you would get it without hassle because you're the biggest slut that ever lived. To think that you're someone's nine months is the biggest joke I've ever heard because you don't act like it."

She lifted her hand to hit me, but someone held her back. When I was done, everyone at the party ooh'd and ahh'd because no one has ever said such a thing to her and shy Mia was the first. I was mortified that everyone had heard me exchange words with the celebrant.
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The person that held Georgia's hand when she attempted to hit me was Sam, the richest and most popular student in the school. He was popular because of the way he bagged and dumped girls. He commended me and said he had been watching me since I joined the party. He asked me to dance with him, but I turned him down.

His mouth smelled of alcohol, and he slurred his words, which showed that he was drunk. He wrapped his fingers around my bicep and pressed his body to mine, holding my hands tightly as he crashed his lips to mine. The feeling made me nauseaous. I tried to wriggle free, but he was stronger.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I tried out the greatest self-defence skill I know; I kneed him in his crotch, His mouth drops open as he falls to the ground, curled up in the fetal position.

I walked away and texted Fiona: Hey, meet me outside, the party is over for me, I've had enough

I told you, didn't I? My snarky subconscious says, hissing at me.

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