Heartless (Preview)

Chapter 1

"Miss Marchetti, this is the fifth fight you've been in this month!" Principal Lawler yelled frustrated.

"Yes but honestly he deserved it." I reply honestly.

"How in the world did I deserve this! You ruined my handsome face, I don't even know how I thought you were hot." The guy I fought with fumed.

"Mr Lesure, keep quiet! I'm the one doing the talking here." The principal shouts.

Honestly I don't even know why I'm here. It's not like I did anything wrong. I mean the dude kept flirting with me and grabbed my ass. The dumbass grabbed my ass! So of course I punched him in the face and kicked his balls. Maybe also kicked him here and there and punched him a bit more. Nothing he didn't deserve.

Though I must say this chair is pretty comfy, reminds me of my bed. I swear my bed and I are one; we're connected. My soft pillow with my warm bed cover. It's pure heaven. Definitely different from this hell called school.

"Miss Marchetti! Miss Marchetti!" Mr Lawler's annoying voice shouts out.

"Yes." I reply feeling bored and sleepy.

Giving me a harsh look, "Both you and Mr Lesure are expelled. I'll send your parents an email inviting them to a meeting to inform them of the situation." He says exhausted.

"You may leave and take all your belongings."

I just nod in reply and leave the office. I've been here done this, nothing new. This is officially the fourth school I've been expelled from. It's not like I'm stupid or anything, in fact I get A's and B's, mostly A's. Apparently it's just that I get in too many fights and my attitude stinks.

Now unfortunately, when I get home I'll be receiving an earful from my parents. Hopefully they'll keep it short since it's not the first time.

Having packed all my belongings in my bag, I'm about to leave my locker and go home but I'm stopped by a rough hand grabbing me.

"Oh, it's you." I say rolling my eyes. I remove my hand from his hold.

"What're you going to do about this! You got me expelled!" Thomas Lesure yells at me.

"I don't know, I don't care. Now if you excuse me I need to get home, Spongebob is about to play on tv." I reply sarcastically but serious about the Spongebob part.

I turn around to leave but Thomas grabs my arm again. Annoyed with him grabbing me and with him in general, I punch him, hard, in the face making sure to knock him out.

"Much better." I smile while staring at his lying form. Shrugging I exit the school building and get into my car.

Life is good, am I right.

Starting my car I turn on the volume to the radio as my favorite song comes on. Before going home I quickly stop by the grocery store to buy some popcorn and ice-cream. Nothing beats having popcorn and ice-cream after getting expelled.

I park my car in the parking lot and enter the beige mansion. Seeing as it's still quiet I guess it means no one is home.

Going towards the kitchen to pop the butter flavoured popcorn and to grab a spoon to eat the delicious Oreo flavoured ice-cream. As soon as everything is ready I go upstairs to my room. I throw my bag on the floor and get comfortable on my bed.

My room is one of my favourite rooms in the house, with the three cream walls and the blue and white marble wall behind my bed. Blue couches sitting on the soft furry white carpet and the flat screen tv sitting on a white tv stand in front of my bed. A white table on the left side of the room with my MacBook, some pens and paper on it.

There's two white and turquoise beanbags in front of the window towards the right, opposite the balcony. White bedside tables with blue lamps next to my blue and white bed. On the far left of the room there's two doors leading towards my huge walk in closet and my big bathroom.

It's safe to say blue is my favorite colour, before black of course.

Turning on the tv I find Spongbob playing and I dig into my snacks.

A few hours have passed, Spongebob long time finished and the same goes for my popcorn and ice-cream. The house is still empty unless you count the guards by the gate.

Having been feeling a bit sleepy, I turn off the tv and get comfortable on the bed. Sleep is calling for me.

The dirty and old grey walls are the first thing I see. The smell of blood and urine filling the air. Little me sits up from the old rusty bed and moves to the corner. Putting my knees up and laying my head on them as the tears fall endlessly.

My stomach growls for food but there's nothing I can do about it. My whole body hurts. I have bruises here and there and probably a few broken bones. I feel scared, I just want to go home.

The door opens and in comes the awful man who's put me in this terrible room for days. The man who's been starving me and has been inflicting pain on me for days. The man who's made my life nothing but colourless, dull.

He sits on the chair facing my shacking form. With a chuckle he says, "Poor, poor Viola. Thinking she still has a chance to live. You're parents aren't looking for you, why'd you think you're still here? They don't care! They don't love you! Never did!"

His words struck me in the heart, echoing over and over in my head. There was a part of me that believed what he was saying but I quickly got rid of that part.

"It hurts doesn't it," he says staring straight into my eyes, "Your heart feels like it's breaking. Your mind and heart are in a constant argument. It's exhausting, right?" I stare at him wide eyed and nod slowly.

The evil smirk coming back to his face, "It's called feelings, emotions. These emotions control you, they make you feel pain, confusion, sadness, hope, longing and they make you weak. They make you weak. Emotions are for the weak! That's why your parents aren't coming to save you Viola because you're weak. You're emotions are stopping your parents from saving you. You're nothing but weak and pathetic!"

My breath becomes rapid, the room is spinning and I can't stop shaking or crying. It's because of me! Because of my emotions! That's why I'm still here, that's why mommy and daddy won't come and save me! His words keep ringing in my head and his evil chuckle surrounds me.

One of his men hurriedly runs into the room and says something. But before I could hear what he says, I blackout.

I wake up and hurriedly sit up. My breath feeling rugged and sweat covering my whole body. I had another nightmare. I lean my head against the headboard and try to catch my breath.

I hate that bastard but I can't lie and say what he told me wasn't true. He was right, feelings make you weak! They do nothing but cause you pain.

And I don't want no pain!

I don't want to be weak!

I'm not weak!

And I'll never be weak!

Never again!

"Viola Gabriella Marchetti! Get down here right now!" I hear my mom shout from downstairs.

Well, I guess my parents are home.

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