Bullied [HS fan fiction]

Chapter 1

A/N:I was inspired to write my own fan fiction. I don't have a plot at the moment. But, I love to let my imagination take lead in my stories I write. I used to write stories on a website called Quotev.com. Not anymore. Anyways sorry for the blabber. Please enjoy!
xxx, Tiffany. P.S, there will be some verbal abuse, violence, rape, sexual moments. If you can't tolerate with it I suggest you stop reading right now.
(Lightly edited, tired as fuck)
I attempted to kill the noise that interrupted my sleep. I dominated the alarm clock with my fist. I cursed as my fist was pounding with pain. Well, I'm awake now.

I untangled myself from my bed sheets and went down to the kitchen to fetch myself breakfast. My mom is rarely home. She works for some record company that I can care less about.
I picked up my thick rimmed glasses from the counter. I rummaged through the fridge that was not stocked lately.

I went inside my bathroom, shut the door and started to strip down. I turned on the water and tested the water. I looked at the scars I had on my wrist. I shrugged it off and got in the shower.

I got dressed in a gray crop top and black leggings. I put my contacts in and went downstairs. My mom is a hard worker, she gets paid a lot. I live in a big house in Britain. I go to school at KingdomRims high school.

As I entered the school I felt all eyes on me.

"Look at her. She's so ugly"

"Ew, who made that?"

"I feel sorry for her make believe friends" I sighed and looked down. I opened my locker and threw my bag in the locker and took out my mathematics book. Honors math is a bitch. Guess who's in the class with me! Oh boy! Harry damn Styles! (A/N he wasn't famous at the time)

I was about to shut my locker but, someone did that for me. My fingers got smashed, I felt the blood prickling from my fingers down my wrist. I felt sharp pains stabbing my hand. "Good morning, babe." I heard his raspy, low voice whisper into my ear. I didn't bother to answer because my fucking fingers were being brutally murdered by my own locker.

I screamed bloody murder. Harry slapped his hand on my lips and used the other hand to add pressure to the locker making my fingers turn light shade of purple. "Princess, don't scream it doesn't make you look attractive. You can scream all you want when I fuck your little pus-" "YO, Harry!" Niall, one of Harry's best friends in his clique.

Harry sighed as he opened my locker for me to be free. I felt relieved that my fingers were spared one more day. It can live to see one more day of sunshines and rainbows.

"What?!" I heard Harry growl at Niall. "Um.. Louis wants to meet up because of his sister? Lottie? The chick you're dating?" "Fuck" Harry murmured under his breathe. He pushed past Niall to go to the canteen and meet up with Louis.

'What was that all about?' I asked myself. I tried to shake it off and went into the washroom to wash off my bloody fingers. I exhaled as the water stung my wound. I got plasters, I applied them to my cuts and went to class. "I'm sorry Mr. Anderson, I tripped and my fingers got scraped." I lied. He nodded and pointed towards towards the seat next to Harry. I groaned and obeyed.

I gently placed my books on the table next to Harry but dropped my pencil. Harry was flirting with some girls in the back so he didn't notice me. He was sitting on the desk winking at Amber. I picked my pencil up and came face to face with Harry. "God!" I yelled as I saw his face an inch away from mine. I didn't yell loud enough for Mr. Anderson to hear.

"Scared ya' love?" He smirked. I groaned and sat next to him. He put his palm on my thigh. I tried to move his hand but, it was pointless. He was 1000x stinger than I am. So I Let it slide. I wouldn't dare cuss him out. I'd get a good beating if I did.

I don't even know what I did so badly that he hates my guts. We were dating. Age 14, I'm 18 he's 19 right now.

Age 14, we were dating, fresh new couple brand new, right out of the market. We've lasted 2 years, until his friend Chris got on top of me and started kissing my neck. I was helping him with his homework. Mrs. Mullins said if I tutored him with Science, she would give me 20 extra credits for every 30 minutes. Our sessions were 3 hours long. So I had good grades those years. But one day, Chris was over, 3 hours was already up. We were packing his stuff up for him to leave because Harry usually comes over after the session. After we were done packing, I was saying bye and he just flat out kissed me. Lowered his lips to my neck. It lasted for 2 minutes. He pinned me up to the wall. I couldn't move or talk. I was speechless. Harry came in,
Flashback:
"Babe! I got Chinese, your favorite!" I heard Harry yell. My eyes were wide open. The door opened and Harry saw everything. He dropped the take out and ran over to us. Prying Chris off of me. He then beat the shit out of Chris. "Thank you Harry! I was so scared you saved my lif-" he slapped me.. He fucking slapped me.

I stared at him, wide eyed. He looked so terrible, blood shot eyes, bags under his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead. His face turning pale. I was utterly terrified at the moment. I let a tear slip. His eyes softened but then hardened again when he saw the hickey Chris gave me. He slapped, kicked m, punched me in the face, stomach. Anywhere name it..

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