Can we do it all over, over, and over again?
Harry, Oscar and me
16\30 SHIT!
"Evie, how you go?" Harry whispers from behind me, but I ignore it. Why did I do this again? This is my worst grade ever, well technically it's not mine but still I made it mine. I see the teacher walking up crap his going to kill me.
"Well I must say Mr. Styles a massive step up, well done" I cringe at the teachers words. "Thanks sir!" Harry exclaims. I turn my head and can see his paper 28\30, that's supposed to be mine. The bell finally rings and I get up but the teacher calls my name.
"Evie" I turn on my heels and walk over to him.
"I need to talk to you about Styles test" he passes it to me and I flip over it. "what seems to be the problem?" I ask. "Well he did ver extremely well", he takes his glasses off and crosses his arms. "Well I was his tutor, he worked really hard". I nervous chuckle.
"Then there is your test" he holds up and I gulp. "Yea I guess I was so concentrated on helping Harry I let mine slip sorry". I say "Hmm ok, but make sure you stay on top of your work" he says and I nod and leave the room.
I feel a hand grab me, "Harry what are you doing"? I ask him a bit scared, we are in a quite place in the hallway and not many people are around. "What was Mr B talking about in there" he asks me, "nothing Harry" I reply. He moves closer to me and I am on the wall with Harry's left hand arm above my head leaning against the wall. Making my breathing become heavier. "What happened Evie, tell me?" he whispers, "nothing I just didn't get a good grade". I say looking at the floor. He removes his hand from the wall and I can breathe again, "Oh well don't worry about it dumb ass" he laughs and walks away. I know he probably meant that as a joke but I'm not in a mood for a joke, not today. I speed walk over to him "HEY" I throw him onto the locker, "DON'T CALL ME A DUMB ASS" I yell.
"Ok, ok" he puts his hands up he tries to walk away, but I don't let him. "Do you really want to know why I got a bad grade?" oh god Evie don't tell him. "Why?" he replies. "Because of you you dick" I shove the test paper on his chest. "Your welcome" I yell and run away.
I pick up Oscar from school and as we approach our driveway and see my uncles car here. "Oscar go in the back and play ok." he runs off. I head in the front door and see my uncle sitting on the couch. "Evie good your home" I see him get up and walk towards me. "Please I'm not in the ----" He slaps me across the face, he then pins me against the wall and I remain silent and slaps me again and again eventually I am on the floor and he kicks me on my left side again and again until I feel numb. I get up slowly hold my left side and make my way to my room, head in the bathroom and examine my bruises. I then hear yelling outside SHIT Oscar.
I run down stairs into the backyard and see Oscar kicking the soccer ball with Harry? Then I realise my cheek from getting slapped I head back inside quietly I go on one step. "OH EVELYN" my uncle calls out please god not again. I put another foot on the seconds step but then I fall back down my uncle pulls me from the back of my head and starts beating me again. "Your such a slut Evie". He kicks me one more time and I silently cry.
After about ten minutes I finally make my way into the shower and get all this disgust off me. Once I'm done I dry my hair get changed causally
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I go back in the backyard and see Oscar and Harry still playing soccer. I sit on the banana lounge and watch them. I carefully sit down I am so sore. I have put concealer on my cheek so hopefully no one will notice. "EVIE COME PLAY" Oscar calls out and Harry turns around and smiles and nods me over.
