A/N HEY PEOPLEZ!!!! AS YOU MIGHT HAVE NOTICED BY NOW THERE IS NO ONE DIRECTION IN THIS STORY NOR WILL THERE EVER BE. SORRY BUT I JUST DON'T CARE FOR THEM AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME, AND I FEEL AS IF EVERYONE SHOULD JUST TAKE A 24 HOUR BREAK FROM THEM AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR. AGAIN, NO OFFENSE DIRECTIONERS. ♥♥♥ LOVE YOU ALL.
The Chapter names kept changing because I didn't feel like making Chapter 2 and 3 titles as good as chapter 1 because we were in a rush to write. It is hard to keep in touch when your co author is 7 hours ahead of you. ♥♥♥ Hope you like the story so far, keep reading
-We are skipping what happens at home, she just gets beat...again-
Once at school I go straight to my locker, and to my dismay Jessie and her clique standing there...waiting for me.
"What's up slut?" Jessica says mockingly, "You ARE doing my homework tonight by the way. I have a test tomorrow."
"I-I can't." I say in almost a whisper
"WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME BITCH!?!?" Jessica screams at me, grabbing a hold of my hair, and throwing me onto the ground, right into Bryce, Jessica's boyfriend, he picks me up and turns me around,"Well, well, well. What do we have here?."
"N-n-nothing...I w-was just taking J-J-Jessica's homework..." I stutter
"Really now, that's not what I heard. I heard you tell my baby girl that you can't do her homework
tonight. Is that true, daddy's girl?" Bryce snarls.
"Y-yes, but I r-really can't. I-I have stuff to g-get done."
"NOT ANYMORE YOU DON'T! You WILL take care of my baby girl before you take care of anything else you understand bitch?!?!" He says, and starts punching me. After Bryce gets his fifth punch in Tony and his friend Jonas pull him off of me.
" Hey Bryce, fuck off!" Tony remarked as he punched Bryce in his face. Jonas pulled me away down the hall to safety as I watched Tony kick and punch Bryce in his smug, ugly face. When Tony came back we were all in the janitors closet, Tony put his forefinger under my chin and made me look up, "You got some nasty bruises there girl." he said, talking about my face.
"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about." I answer pulling away, "I h-have to g-g-go. I'll b-be late for class." I started to walk out of the closet, when Lucias blocked my way to the door.
"You aren't going anywhere, but with us." He demanded
"B-b-but what about--"
"Butts are for sitting Ky, and you don't really have a choice but to come with us. At the moment you are outnumbered, five against one." Tony interupted
"Ut quid mihi fasciculum douchebags salvari?" I mumbled under my breath (that's Latin btw, one of the classes she takes) thinking that none of them could hear, let alone understand, me.
"We need to take you back to where we live, to get your face patched up." Paul says, obviously not going to change his mind.
"F-f-fine...but I n-need to get h-h-home soon a-after school. A-and at l-l-least let me g-go to the bathroom b-before you t-take me..." I replied.
"Okay, just don't try anything. We WILL be waiting right outside the door." George answered me this time, then they all walked me to the bathroom.
"You guys d-don't have t-t-to wait for me..." I say before slipping into the bathroom. I know that I should be grateful that they saved me, but I'm not really. They could do anything to me once they get me back to their place... I reach under the third sink and pull out a razor. That is where I leave them just in case I run out of them at home. I slide my jacket off, and slowly make cuts in my arm, from my wrist and three inches farther than that. One of the boys knocks on the door, "Hurry up Ky! Jeez, girls always takes so long..."
"I'm coming one m-minute." I reply. I turn on the water and clean the cuts, then I grab some paper towels and bandage it up so that the blood won't soak through my jacket. I then put my jacket back on and walk out. "R-ready..."Then we leave the school.