Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 12~

"Sign the contract, Raven."

"I'd rather drink piss."

Dimitri, Naomi, Amalia, Seth and Ciana all starts laughing at me. I try to pull my hands free from the thick ropes they tied me up with, but it was a futile attempt. The tears starts falling down my cheeks when I realize that I was stuck in this dark room with no where to escape.

"Don't do this. I don't want to be apart of this, please."

"Sorry hun, your just gonna have to live with being our little bitch," Naomi says, laughing again.

Dimitri walks over to me and stoops down to my level on the chair. His scar glints in the light that spills through the open window, and I look away from his marred face, "Your mine now, amore." A sob makes it way past my lips and I look up to Seth begging him to let me go, but he just shoots me a devilish smirk, wrapping his arms around Naomi.

"Why are you doing this to me!"

Amalia steps forward and runs a manicured finger down my right cheek and I flinch at the pain, "Because we can, and you can't do anything to stop us."

"That's right." Ciana comes up into the picture linking arms with Amalia. "Your pathetic and weak. You were never my friend, Raven. You were just too dumb to see that you were a liability for me."

I close my eyes, shaking my head at her hateful words, screaming at them to stop, but they just keep laughing and taunting me. They suddenly become quiet and I tentatively open my eyes to see them all staring at me with smirks on their faces.

"Hello dear daughter." I look up and turn to my left seeing my mother standing there with a knife in her hands. "You are such a selfish daughter. Always complaining and never doing what your told. I see the judgment in your eyes when you look at me. The hate."

I shake my head and try to scoot back when I see her approaching with a dark glint in her eyes, "You think your better than me, don't you?" She places the knife right above my left eye, "You always had your father's pretty, light green eyes than my dark ones. It reminds me of him and I hate it." She presses down and I hiss in pain.

"Please. don't do this," my voice is hoarse form all the shouting I've been doing. It hurts to even swallow.

She looks at me like she was confused about what I was asking of her, "Why? Because your my daughter?" She laughs bitterly at me and the rest of them join along with her. "I don't think so." She raises her hand to plunge the knife into my eye and I thrash in the chair like an untamed bull screaming at her.

"Stop! Please!"

"Ms. Abner."

"I'm sorry!"

"Ms. Abner!"

I jerk awake, looking around me, seeing my classmates all looking at me like I've gone crazy. Ms. Gretchen walks down the aisle to me and I sit up in my seat, "I'm sorry M---"

"Are you okay, Raven?" She cuts me off putting her hands on my shoulders. Her usually blank, wrinkled face, creases in concern.

Am I okay? Fuck no. I'm not okay. I don't think I've ever been okay since my life turned into a highschool drama series. Shit has been hitting the fan ever since I made that one little mistake that turned my life upside down. I didn't need Ms. Gretchen knowing that though. She was a nice old lady for the most part when she wasn't frustrated with us when we don't bring in our assignments on time.

Besides, she wouldn't be able to help me even if she wanted to, "Can I get a pass for the bathroom?" She doesn't say or react for a while, and I awkwardly look away from her gaze to stare at my classmates who seem to be both curious and to be stifling their laughter. My cheeks turn to flames on cue.