Love Hurts
Chapter 3
Blades POV
I woke up in pain. Then I rembered yesterday. I cried. I looked at my iphone to see if I got any texts. Well from my dad cuz that's the only number I have on my phone. I got up and fell. My legs were in sooooo much pain. God damn and just thinking of the beating I'm gunna get from Britney makes me cring.
After a nice hot shower I picked out my outfit. I wore this. A floral gray long sleeve shirt with Jeggings, combat boots that have flowers on it, a moon ring with A silver rose necklace with bracelets, pink lips, light eye makeup, and a bini that says #awkward. I wore a long sleeve cuz I got carried away with cutting last night. I looked at myself one last time and went down
I walked down with care not wanting to get yet another painful beating from my so called "father". Then I checked my phone and saw I had a text from him. I guess I didn't see it earlyer. It said: "I'm at a hoes house slut so don't worry bitch." Wow so much care. Hope he gets an STD. I walk out to go to hell aka high school.
I walk slow not wanting to see Harry since he lives around here. Then I get pushed and I hear laughing. I get up and sigh. I think I can brake the world record of sighing for real. I look up and see Britney, Harry, and their followers. What ass holes. I hate then all. The one I hate the lest is Liam I guess. He sometimes not always, stops Britney from going too far. But none the less I hate them.
Once again I see then it so lovely gates of McKinley. I walk up but was tirped by Harry. God one FUCKEN day can I have a good day. Guess not cuz he walking up to me. So I do what I was born to do. Run. And boy can I run. Once I ran 2 hours to get away from Britney's dog. BITCH COME BACK HERE!!!" He yelled from behind me but I don't listen. He was Probably going to prank me.
I made it to the bathroom. Damn why is he talking to me. The only word that comes out of that kids mouth is insultes. But I just was about to cry when I saw it. Britney and her sluts smirking at me and walking to me. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IM GOING TO DIE YOUNG. I was going to run but I couldn't. Slap*. "Bitch he was talking to you!" A slut yelled I think that was Gisele. Kick* "go to hell bitch" Britney yelled and made me fall. They punched everywhere. They kicked me with their 6' stlehtos. They slapped me and scratched me with their fake nails. When they were done the spit on me and left.
To be honest it didn't hurt. I felt num. Just sat in the stal no crying or cutting just siting. I missed lunch and all my classes. I just couldn't. I felt like this year is the hardest they've ever beat me. I got up and slowly walked out. I knew my dad would be home but I just couldn't stay at school any more. I ran home in pain and agony. I got home I opened the door slowly and closed it slowly so my "dad" wouldn't get mad. Luckily he wasn't home. I went to my room and took of my bloodly clothes. I put on a tanktop and shorts. I sighed and opened my laptop. I know I said that i didn't have social media but I have a fake tweeter to see what people say about me. And it's never good. I hadn't been on since last year. And I read Britney saying how she beat the crap out of me and Harry saying he wished he could of watched. All I have ever wanted was to know why I'm hated. To know how to fix it. I can't help that I came to this school or town is was not my choice. A tear went down my cheek. Britney had a picture of me cover in blood on the floor today and almost half the school said that I deserve it or put it as favorite. Why do I deserve this. Ii was snapped out of my thoughts by a loud knock. OH MY......
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I woke up in pain. Then I rembered yesterday. I cried. I looked at my iphone to see if I got any texts. Well from my dad cuz that's the only number I have on my phone. I got up and fell. My legs were in sooooo much pain. God damn and just thinking of the beating I'm gunna get from Britney makes me cring.
After a nice hot shower I picked out my outfit. I wore this. A floral gray long sleeve shirt with Jeggings, combat boots that have flowers on it, a moon ring with A silver rose necklace with bracelets, pink lips, light eye makeup, and a bini that says #awkward. I wore a long sleeve cuz I got carried away with cutting last night. I looked at myself one last time and went down
I walked down with care not wanting to get yet another painful beating from my so called "father". Then I checked my phone and saw I had a text from him. I guess I didn't see it earlyer. It said: "I'm at a hoes house slut so don't worry bitch." Wow so much care. Hope he gets an STD. I walk out to go to hell aka high school.
I walk slow not wanting to see Harry since he lives around here. Then I get pushed and I hear laughing. I get up and sigh. I think I can brake the world record of sighing for real. I look up and see Britney, Harry, and their followers. What ass holes. I hate then all. The one I hate the lest is Liam I guess. He sometimes not always, stops Britney from going too far. But none the less I hate them.
Once again I see then it so lovely gates of McKinley. I walk up but was tirped by Harry. God one FUCKEN day can I have a good day. Guess not cuz he walking up to me. So I do what I was born to do. Run. And boy can I run. Once I ran 2 hours to get away from Britney's dog. BITCH COME BACK HERE!!!" He yelled from behind me but I don't listen. He was Probably going to prank me.
I made it to the bathroom. Damn why is he talking to me. The only word that comes out of that kids mouth is insultes. But I just was about to cry when I saw it. Britney and her sluts smirking at me and walking to me. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IM GOING TO DIE YOUNG. I was going to run but I couldn't. Slap*. "Bitch he was talking to you!" A slut yelled I think that was Gisele. Kick* "go to hell bitch" Britney yelled and made me fall. They punched everywhere. They kicked me with their 6' stlehtos. They slapped me and scratched me with their fake nails. When they were done the spit on me and left.
To be honest it didn't hurt. I felt num. Just sat in the stal no crying or cutting just siting. I missed lunch and all my classes. I just couldn't. I felt like this year is the hardest they've ever beat me. I got up and slowly walked out. I knew my dad would be home but I just couldn't stay at school any more. I ran home in pain and agony. I got home I opened the door slowly and closed it slowly so my "dad" wouldn't get mad. Luckily he wasn't home. I went to my room and took of my bloodly clothes. I put on a tanktop and shorts. I sighed and opened my laptop. I know I said that i didn't have social media but I have a fake tweeter to see what people say about me. And it's never good. I hadn't been on since last year. And I read Britney saying how she beat the crap out of me and Harry saying he wished he could of watched. All I have ever wanted was to know why I'm hated. To know how to fix it. I can't help that I came to this school or town is was not my choice. A tear went down my cheek. Britney had a picture of me cover in blood on the floor today and almost half the school said that I deserve it or put it as favorite. Why do I deserve this. Ii was snapped out of my thoughts by a loud knock. OH MY......
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2/24/15