Fix A Heart

Arden isn't your average 16yr old. She has a horrible reputation. No one understands her. No one knows the real story, and she's here to tell it. How everything really is and not what other people think. This story is different than a lot of movellas out there. So, I invite you to read and listen to Arden and how her world is flipped upside down and with every turn, there's a new, not so great, path. This story reminds you never to judge a book by it's cover and how actions speak louder than words. WARNING: This movella is rated red so it says 16+


4. New Kid Means New Bully

    I start my walk home after exchanging with Reed. It's just now getting dark and the wind is picking up, causing me to shiver. I take out one of the bottles of tequila and take a mouthful. The burn is one I'm used to, so I continue taking large sips until I reach my house. I curse under my breath when I see my dad's car parked in the grass beside the front door. I decide to enter through my window instead of risking the front door and I successfully reach my unmade bed. My room isn't spacious at all-probably the size of a dorm room. I waste no time to hide my purchases from Reed under my bed as I always do then proceed to the bathroom. I very carefully start shutting the door but my heart stops when I hear the creak. The creak of the floorboards as dad rushes down the hall into my room.

"Arden, where the hell are you? Get your lazy ass out here!" I back away from the door and to my wall before he barges into the bathroom. I brace myself by tightly shutting my eyes before the pain. I feel his fist connect with my mouth first-It feels like my teeth are all knocked out. That alone made me drop to the ground after blood started flooding from my mouth. He doesn't hesitate to grab me by my hair and start dragging me. I know what he's trying to do. He wants to tie me up so his friend can have his way with me but I attempt to fight back by grabbing his fists and pulling away.

"Let go, let go! You bastard!", I scream, spitting blood all over the floor. He punches me one last time before kicking me in my ribcage where I've already been kicked three times today, then leaving, slamming my door on his way out. I hear arguing in the living room while I struggle to get up to wash my mouth out. I hear footsteps coming again to so rush to my bedroom door and lock it, then the bathroom door as well. I keep a rag in my mouth until it stops bleeding, but there's not much that can be done to my ribcage. I glance up at my reflection and feel disgusted. My mouth is stained red, my nose has started bleeding from the second punch, my eye makeup is everywhere and my hair is completely tangled. I decide to just leave myself looking pathetic, as I know I am, and grab my second bottle of tequila and one bag of weed along with my lighter. I hop my window and close it, not looking back once I'm outside. I take a seat by a nearby tree and start to smoke. After that I feel a thousand times better. By now I'm not only high but completely drunk. I sit for a few minutes but then I start to walk. I don't know where but I keep my pace. Then, I start to unstably running, tripping every couple of feet but that still doesn't stop me. I continue running and tripping until I find myself in front of a house. It's not familiar but I stay. When I see a shadow figure step out of the front door and start calling out to me, I start to feel sick from all the tequila. I drop to my knees and vomit. I don't stop for several seconds but when I hear footsteps running towards me, I panic and take off in the opposite direction.

    When I awaken, I regret it. I have a horrible headache and my stomach hurts terribly from  yesterday. I quickly scope my surroundings to find myself in bushes. Once I get to my feet, I fall to the ground and start puking again. This is a horrible hangover. I don't know where I am but when I hear a bus drive past, I panic. Shit. I'm late for school. I run back to my house and throw my hair up into a bun, not caring to change clothes. I do wash my face but leave it makeup-less afterwards knowing I'm already twenty minutes late. I hop out my window and take off running to school, wanting to puke each step closer. After fifteen minutes of straight running, I arrive. I'm exhausted. I didn't even bring my backpack and I took all my books home. Damn it. I don't do any of my work anyway so it shouldn't be a big deal. Since I'm already so late, I stop by the school nurse for some medicine. Once I take some pills, I go to my first period. I don't knock but everyone does stare. Not because I'm late but because they see how swollen my face is. I don't care and neither does my history teacher. I take my seat and get occasional stares but I look past everybody.  

    I jump up in my desk when I hear the door open. I must have passed out through the lesson. Our principal, Mr. Stokes walks in with a boy close behind. You hear a small gasp from all the girls followed by giggles and whispers. I, on the other hand, roll my eyes knowing he'll quickly become the most popular guy in school and soon he'll hit me too. I don't care how cute he is. Sure he's over six feet tall, and sure he has big muscles but that doesn't mean he's all that. 

"Class, this is Jesse. He's just transferred here all the way from Texas." What the hell? Texas? Definite jock. My class is small compared to others so there are plenty of desks in the front and middle. I don't include the back because no one dare sit back here with me. Well, there's a first time for everything apparently because he doesn't sit by Mike or his duo. Not even by the rich girls who would throw themselves at him. He instead sits by me. Not at the other back corner, but next to me. I ignore him and let him get out his books but I can feel his eyes on me. It's his first day and he can probably tell I'm in dirty clothes. I hear him laugh under his breath. Yeah, I know I look terrible. Props to you for trying to make me feel worse.

    School drags on until it's finally lunch. I'm starving today so I sprint for the vending machine. My heart, along with my stomach, drops when I see it's out of order. I'm skinny enough as it is, I need to eat. Unsatisfied with the broken vending machine, I decide to just fill myself with water from the fountain nearby. I feel extremely water-logged but my stomach leaves me alone-for a few minutes. I can't just leave school to go get something from the gas station so I just sit on the floor clearly starving. When the door opens, I don't even look to see who it is. I'm not used to people coming in here. Maybe Mike found my safe haven. Maybe it's a teacher wanting to yell at me. But it's none of those people. In fact, it takes me a minute to figure out who it is. Jesse. 

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