I finally reach the gates of hell. It's been about thirty seconds and I have got three dirty looks. Today is going to be great...as I walk through the halls insults are thrown at me, "slut." "Whore." The worst was "go cut some more you attention seeking bitch." That one made a few tears slip. I ran to the toilets, covering my face as I did so. I went in to one of the empty stalls. I pull the seat down, as I sit on it. I hear a bunch of girls walk in the toilets. I wipe my tears away and try my best to stop the sobs my mouth is creating. I pick up my bag and unlock the toilet door taking a deep breathe as i walk out. I ignore the girls, they obviously aren't that interested in me, they just keep talking about nail polish. I walk to my first class, avoiding anyone that comes close to me. Maths is my favourite class, I may suck at it but I get I sit next to michael. He always distracts me from my work. Which is strange because we never talk. He just makes rude comments about how I write and little things like that. It doesn't matter he still makes me weak in the knees. Speaking of feeling weak in the knees, I never noticed the whole class starring at me I didn't answer a question Mr.R asked. I before I knew it I had run out the class an to my locker. Why do I do this. I stood near my locker until the bell rang, I saw that gorgeous red hair in the crowd. He's walking this way, I freaked out, he walked past me and shot a smirk my way. "This boy does things to me." I mutter. Before I knew it the day was over. It was a good day for me actually, the insults were still there. But he smirked at me!! I was dreading walking home. I took a few steps outside, a few moments after I heard rude comments about my outfit. I just ignored it and walked home. I pulled out my phone checking the time. "Shit!" I scream, "I have therapy why didn't the bitch warn me!!" I ran home. To see my step mother at the door,
"You're home LATE."
"I'm sorry, I just got caught up."
"You'll be sorry, now hurry up and get to therapy."
She said while walking up to me, and raising her hand to my cheek, the pain stung I could fell the redness on my cheek. I held back the tears as I turned around walking to the car. It was an awkward drive, to therapy, I don't even know why I go. They think my "problem." Has to do with my dad not being home. It's that bitch Cassandra my dad married and I'm stuck with her. I was sworn not to tell. Otherwise I would "cut myself." Then she would take me to hospital but really she does it. She does it all! We arrived at the rosy as she kicked me out the car "I'll pick you up later, you WILL be here on time."A/N
So basically autumn's dad is never home, so she is stuck with Cassandra her step mum. Who unfortunately beats her. Thanks for reading xx
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FanfictionWill autumn the troubled girl, find something in Michael Clifford a.k.a Mr.popular. Or will he leave her. Will she finally recover from her miserable life. 13+ this contains self harm drug use and possible smut also this might be triggering