Rose has been quiet all her life. She has a mysterious past that has something to do with everyone to hate her. But what happens when five new boys move into town and starts to take an interest in her?


6. And So it Begins...

We finally arrived at the school, and by then I was awake. We walked inside, and once we made it to the section with our lockers, I waved goodbye to the boys, since they were going to a separate hallway. I walked over to my locker, and started putting my books inside.

"Hey, bitch," someone said behind me. I turned around, and saw a huge group of people.

"I heard you tried to kill yourself. I wish it had worked," the girl said. She was a cheer leader, and used to be my best friend.

I looked at my feet, and tried to block out her hurtful words.

"What were you doing with the new guys? Or should I ask, how many of them did you?" she questioned, and the entire group laughed.

"I didn't-"

"You don't speak, remember?" she interrupted.

How could I forget? After that terrible day they still made fun of me. They used to duct tape my mouth and beat me up after school, telling me how 'it's better like this, without me talking.'

"Meet me after school in the alley. Remember that place? If you chicken out, then I'll do much worse," she said, then walked off.

~skip to after school~

I had told the boys that I had to stay at the school to study for a little bit; I didn't want them to worry.

I walked to the alleyway behind the school, and found the same group of people from this morning waiting for me by the dumpster.

"I guess you know what's good for you, we were placing bets on whether you would be here or not, but I knew that sluts like you know what they deserve" the lead girl said stepping forward, duct tape in hand.

I started to back away, but two guys from the football team stopped me. They held me in place as the girl put a large piece of duct tape over my mouth, and patted it down. Without warning, she punched me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. It was a struggled to breath, since I couldn't through mouth. The guys holding me down threw me to the ground, and I felt people kicking me in every place they could reach.

After one of the most painful 30 minutes of my life, I heard them running away. I got up, and started walking home, knowing that I should put the tape under warm water so that it would come off easier; they always use the strongest duct tape they can find.

As soon as I walked inside, I realized that I lived with the boys, who will want to know why I have duct tape on my mouth. I covered my mouth, and tried to sneak into the kitchen unseen. Unfortunately, Louis was there.

"Oh, hey Rose, did you get your book?" Louis asked. I nodded.

"Why are you covering your mouth?" he asked, taking a step towards me. I shrugged my shoulders, which lifted up my shirt a bit, revealing a bit of a bruise for a second.

"What was that?" he questioned, pointing at where the bruise was and taking a step closer.

I shook my head as he stepped closer, taking hold of the hem of my shirt. I let go of my mouth to stop him from seeing the bruises, revealing the duct tape.

"We have to get some water on that," he said, turning around and grabbing a cup.

He filled it with water from the sink, and poured a little bit on the edge of the tape. Some water poured onto my shirt, but I didn't care. He slowly peeled the tape off of my mouth, and I took a deep breath in.

Louis started to lift my shirt up, trying to look at the bruises, but I resisted. Despite my efforts, he managed to lift my shirt halfway up, revealing purple bruises all over my stomach.

"Who did this?" he asked.

"I don't know," I quietly lied, looking at my feet. It was the Cheerleaders.

"If something like this might happen again, you can tell me, and I'll make sure it doesn't, ok?" Louis said, lifting my chin with his finger.

We looked into eachother's eyes, and started moving closer.

Why am I doing this to myself? I'm just going to get hurt. I don't think I really care right now though.

We moved even closer, and soon the distance between us was closed.

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