To heal a broken heart

Chapter 2

~Holly's POV~

Despite the incident in the morning the school day goes by normally. I attend all of my classes, taking notes how I'm supposed to and overall act like the nerd they always make me out to be.

When lunch rolls by, I leave the math classroom and start my way to the cafeteria. Juli had another class right now, so we'll meet up there.

That wish gets interrupted when I'm shoved into a locker.

"Time for your daily beating, thunder thighs", Nick's voice whispers into my ears, his big body effectively pressing me tight against the lockers, hurting my back.

Nick Williams is as bad as Chelsea. He's the captain of the football team, a good one I have to admit. That's why the teachers favor him to no end, never doing anything to discipline him, although he messes with a lot of people, bullying and beating his victims left and right. Still, I'm his main target. Why, I have no idea.

A slap to my face gets me out of my thoughts. Towering over me in the most scary way I feel his knee in my stomach next. I fall to the floor, curling up to a fat ball and instinctively trying to protect myself.

"Woah, guys, I knocked down a whale!", Nick chuckles. His friends laugh along.

"She's ugly like one as well", one adds.

"And probably weighs even more."

Tears gather in my eyes, but I refuse to let them out. I don't want them to feel that satisfaction. It's bad enough they're able to beat me up so easily.

A kick to my stomach brings me back to reality. More follow to my back and front. One of them even crushes my right foot. I scream out in pain, not knowing if it's broken or just sprained. More laughter. They laugh at my pain, it disgusts me, but what can I do? All of them are big and buff, typical jocks.

"I hope you finally learned your lesson, slut. Stop eating and maybe someone wants to fuck you one day. Or wait, better just kill yourself already. Nobody wants you here anyways!", Nick finally stops kicking me.

I just whimper in pain and wait for them to leave down the hallway.

Finally alone.

A sob tears through my body, tears start to roll down my bruised face.

They're right, my mind tells me. I'm to fat for anyone to look at me. A burden for their eyes, a waste of air. They're right in punishing me for it, I should die already.

My chest hurts, I feel strangled, although I should be able to breath freely. A weight like a mountain seems to sit on my chest and only sobs racked with pain leave my mouth.

Despite my breakdownish state I try to stand up. I can't stay here. They might come back. I'm glad nobody walked by anyways, everyone's at lunch I guess. The hallways usually get really empty during lunch break, everyone gathers in the cafeteria or the schoolyard.

When I put weight on my right ankle, I cry out in hurt. Searing hot pain shoots through my foot and I quickly catch myself holding onto the lockers next to me.

Well, there goes nothing. It doesn't matter anyways.

Again putting weight on my hurt ankle, I start to limp down the hallways to the ladies' room. It takes me longer than usual, but I manage.

Arriving there, I need a few minutes just to catch my breath, then I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My usually wavy waist long and light brown hair is messed up, just like my clothes and my face. My skinny jeans got ripped around my left knee, a few buttons of my light blue blouse are torn off. Only my boots are still in place and kinda good looking.

My big, gray eyes look back at me all puffy and empty. My chubby face disgusts me with its smudged makeup and fat everywhere. At least the acne I had for years finally wore off. I kinda think my nose isn't all bad, since it's even and not to big or something, but I hate the rest of it all, especially my lips. They're just so small and boring. Add to that my double-chin and you can imagine how ugly I look.

Sighing, I take out my spare makeup and try to save everything. The bruise I hid with it in the morning shows through and new ones start to appear as well. As fast as possible I try to hide them again, fearing someone will enter the bathrooms every moment.

In the end I fix my clothes and try to ignore the fact my blouse shows way to much cleavage for my liking, since the four top buttons are lost somewhere in the halls. Suppressing more sobs, I pull myself together and start to limp out in the general direction of the cafeteria.

"Holly!", I hear a few minutes later. "Where were you?! I searched for you everywhere!"

Juli. I smile at her concern. She can't know how weak I am.

"Sorry, I just had some cramps and went to the bathrooms", I lie, my eyes glued to my feet.

"Girl, you're limping! What the fuck happened?"

"Don't worry, I just stumbled in the hallways", I lie again and smile up at her. She furrows her eyebrows and I can see that she doesn't believe me.

"Holly, please tell me what happened. Did Chelsea do something again? I swear, Imma fuck her up!", she grumbles angrily. I just send her a pleading look and shake my head.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ugh!", she huffs, but lets it slide. Again I'm a burden to her. She shouldn't have to worry about me. She's better off without me here to hold her back.

"Let's eat. I got you your favorite", she interrupts my mind and shows me a huge cheeseburger with french fries on the side. She always finds a way to sneak food from the diner down the street into the school grounds. Most days I'm in awe with that ability, but today I don't really feel like eating anything, although that burger sure does look delicious.

"I'm sorry, I still feel kinda sick. I'll eat it later."

She frowns again, but eventually nods so I proceed to pack it up and put it into my bag.

"Let's go sit down. You shouldn't be standing around with your ankle hurt anyways", she suggests with a small smile, trying to cheer me up. It seems, I suck at pretending to be okay...

What can I do right anyways?