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Long Way Down

Chapter eight- “People throw rocks at things that shine.”

-Sammie *Three days after meeting Marc

The past few days have been exhausting.

When I picked the kids up Friday, Miss. Donner asked me to watch the kids the entire weekend, which meant sleeping over too. Before I could properly speak she handed me an envelope with one hundred and seventy-five dollars in it, to feed and take the kids out.

Saturday came around and Marc texted me.

Marc-
Hey! U busy 2day?

Me-
Yes, sadly, watching kids.

Marc-
Well, we can still hang, we can go out or whatever is good with u.

Me-
if you want, they can be a hand full…..

Marc-
anything to spend time with u.

Me-

That’s how the conversation went, and his grammar killed me. That night we took the kids out to Kate’s Bowling Alley and Arcade. After, we all went back to mine, and Marc helped me put the kids to sleep. We stayed up until two a.m. watching movies.

My terrible Sunday started off with a nasty headache, a period, and me waking up to the kids ‘making French toast sticks’ for breakfast. Hunter was rolling bread slices up.

Two. Whole. Damn. Loafs. Of. Bread.

Weston was mixing flour, sugar, eggs, and milk together. Spilling the concoction all over my granite island top.

I nearly fainted at the rough site. Lets just say, they ended up in their feelings cause I made them throw it away, clean up, eat cereal and take showers.

I cannot believe I took off my weekend job to babysit- I love them but, you can’t be around everyone constantly. Miss. Donner is paying me, so I could care less, although, it is a lot more stress for me on the weekend that I am definitely not used to.

Currently, I am sitting in ‘GoGo Teas’ parking lot drinking a chilled sugar green tea, texting Marc.

Marc-
So, what school do u go to? – U do go to school right?

Me-
Of course! West Mermiran High. Wbu

Marc-
Shutterford Private- yall have a sick baseball team

Me-
that’s about it though, I’ve never heard of your school.–gtg, I’ll ttyl

Marc didn’t respond to me after the last text. Which was fine I guess, I had to drive anyway.

When I get to school, no one was standing in my parking spot, but as I make my way to first, I see the boys in the hall. They corner me in front of everyone in the area. My hair gets pulled twice by Louis. Punched, I’m not sure how many times by Niall and Liam. Harry gropes me like the disgusting perverted boy he is- while everyone is watching him. I can barely breathe, and I’m in a shit ton of pain right now.

They all call me names, the boys and everyone standing by laughing. I’m humiliated until the bell rings and the crowd scatters, not wanting to be late to first.

All the boys walk away except Liam. He grabs my arms and holds me against the schools sky blue walls. One of his overly large hand goes into my shirt and feels everything I own. He won’t stop whispering disgusting things to me

“You’re just a slut”

“Scream, and you’re dead here.”

“You enjoy this- Don’t you?”

“Whore” was the last thing Liam said to me before crashing his lips on to mine. Grabbing my ass. God, I feel so violated. He releases me and walks away. I flip him off behind his back, getting my things together and going to the office to get a tardy pass.

As I open the door to class, coming in late, everyone laughs at me, the teacher shh’ing them while taking my note. I walk to my seat and a bunch of the people around me call be terrible and cruel names. A few boys around me asked if I was easy, told me I had a nice ass, and straight out asked me if I would have sex with them.

For starters,-I’m not easy, - um, okay, thanks?, and –hell no. People amaze me to the max.

My day went like that for the most part- shitty- until the end of the day where Niall legit punched me in my throat. I fell to the ground grasping on to any air. I blacked out almost immediately after the hit.

When I woke up, I was in a janitor’s closet and by the time on my watch, it was five thirty-seven. Which meant I was super late to pick the kids up, therefore, the kids are still at school or Miss. Donner had to go pick them up.

Either way, this situation is not good. Not good at all.

I get out of the closet and into my car, heading home. To top this terrible day off, I cannot find my phone, at all. I don’t believe anything worse will happen to finish this night off.

I pull into my car port to see a white Ford. Who the hell is in my home?

I walk to the front door, un-lock it and step inside. I hear laughter and a guy’s voice.

I walk into my kitchen to nun the less. Niall Horan, sitting at the table, playing cards with Weston and Hunter.

God, when I said I didn’t think my night could get worse- it wasn’t a bet.

Notes

thanks for reading!
l.b.

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11/25/16

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11/25/16

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10/12/16

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