A God's Love

Chapter 6

The next week d**g on. I thought that joining the dance team would make me a bit less of a target, but boy was that assumption wrong. It seemed as if the bullying had gotten worse. Well let me rephrase that; the bullying from the girls got worse. The cheerleaders were the ring leaders of it all, and the rest just sort of followed. They had made it their official mission in life to humiliate me. As much as it pains me to admit, they had succeeded multiple times.

They'd written w***e on both my locker and my car. Which is so outrageous it's laughable because I'm a complete virgin. The farthest I've gone is kissing. I had my lunch dumped on me most every day. The only day they didn't was the day I ate in the library. On top of all that everybody was constantly trying to trip me or was 'accidentally' running into me. My books were pushed out of my hands so often that I gave up trying to carry them to class and opted to just leave them in my locker. That meant that I had an extra thick workload when it came to homework, but I did what I had to. If it meant that I could make it to my next class without being harassed, then I would spend every moment of my time at home catching up.

The boys mostly left me alone, save the occasional a*s smack and cat calls. I think the worst was when a guy had snuck into the locker room with a camera. Luckily, I was dressed by the time he came in, so he left mad and empty handed.

Throughout all of this I had somehow managed to keep my emotions locked up tight. While it was embarrassing, I was just finding myself more and more aggravated. It was taking all my self-restraint to not retaliate.

Gwen and Anna were my only two friends in the entire school. They tried to stick to me like glue, but unfortunately, I only had one class with them. They had been the ones that had kept my spirits up and stopped my anger. Without them I would've shanked those skanks by now.

Lucky me, note the sarcasm, had every class with Anna's evil twin and his minions. Through every class I could feel their eyes on me. I tried not to acknowledge them but had failed multiple times in favor of harshly glaring at them. I was proud to say that I've made both Deon and Herman flinch back. Sol on the other hand looked more amused than anything.

This frustrated me to the point that yesterday I chucked my eraser at him nailing him in the forehead. Deon, Herman, and I cracked up, but Sol didn't find it as funny.

He picked up the eraser and launched it at me. I don't know if he was a pitcher or not, but the boy could throw. I had just enough time to duck and heard a loud thud a second later.

Whirling around I looked for my eraser on the floor but found no sign of it. Ehh, it was just a cheap eraser, so I shrugged it off. I raised my gaze to focus on the teacher when something caught my eye.

There embedded in the wall was my eraser.

How in the...?

Impossible. There's no way he could've thrown it hard enough to get stuck in the wall. Seriously, it was an eraser, so it obviously had no point on it, and it was soft. He would've had to throw it extremely hard and fast. Faster than humanly possible. I quickly turned and looked at him over my shoulder. He must still be ticked off because he was glaring at me.

It did not faze me though. I knew he could easily snap me in half, but I wasn't scared. I couldn't explain it, but I just had this irrational feeling that I could hold my own.

Which is absolutely ridiculous. I had never had any combat training. The only sort of training I had was from a basic self-defense class. The only thing I really learned from that class was how to get out of a hold and to knee a guy in the jewels to escape. Basically, if it came down to a fight I'd lose. Plain and simple.

After my trip down memory lane I made my way to my music study. Thank all the red skittles in the world that after my one performance I was left on my own.

Well not completely alone.

Sol apparently thought it was his right to sit in on my practices. He seemed to be enchanted, I guess is the right word, every time he heard my voice. It made me extremely nervous. He may be a jerk, but he is one fine jerk. I also may have been putting in a little extra effort and showed off a tiny bit.

When I walked into the theater today; I was surprised to find Gwen and Anna. They met me halfway and started in on me immediately.

"This is getting out of hand."

"This is bull! You need to do something!"

Anna and Gwen said at the same time.

"Well what exactly are you wanting me to do? If I do something and they get mad, then I'm screwed. I can't fight at all. Plus, it's your brothers fault things got worse." I say with a pointed look at Anna.

"Why do you think that? Weren't you already being bullied for not believing in higher powers?" Anna asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah, but it was never this bad. It started getting worse when Sol actually talked to me and came to my practice. Now every female wants me out of the way, so they can fight for his attention." I argue.

"Valid point. I'll give you that one, but just know it's not entirely his fault." She concedes.

"I think it'd be a great idea for you to teach Lyna to fight. She needs to know how to defend herself." Gwen says with a knowing look.

I tilt my head and scrutinize her expression. "Is this something you know? Like I really NEED to know how to fight because something is going to happen?" I ask.

"You know I can't tell you my visions, but I can say that yes you do NEED to know how to defend yourself." She says.

Anna is looking like she's trying to fit the puzzle pieces together before a surprised look crosses her face. "Oh my! You're an oracle!?" She screams.

Gwen immediately slaps a hand over her mouth. "Yes, but you need to keep it down. Only Lyna knows and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Does my brother know?"

"Of course. Do you really think he doesn't keep track of us five?" Gwen replied.

I think they've forgotten that I'm here because I can't figure out what they're talking about for the life of me. Why would it matter of Sol knew? Does that mean that him and Gwen know each other?

I start paying attention just in time to hear the end of Gwen's sentence.

"......since you told him about her amazing voice, he told me to keep a close eye on her."

That brought reality crashing back. She is only friends with me because Sol told her to be?

"So.." I say making them jump. "you only became my friend because Sol told you to?" I am absolutely livid right now. I thought we had grown pretty close over the past week, but I guess it was fake.

"No! That's not the only reason! I really do like you. You've turned into my best friend." She quickly rushes out.

I scoff, "right. Like I believe that. You’re no better than the rest of them."

I flee the room and hear them shouting at me to come back. Deciding to just keep going I leave the theater and go right out the front door. I make it out to my car and start it. Well try to start it, but it refuses to cooperate. The lights don't even come on, so I know it's the battery.

Frustrated, I slam my fist down on the steering wheel several times. My Dad's still at work, so I can't even call him for help. Sighing, I realize my only option is to walk the ten miles to my house.

I had just hit the halfway point when I heard a twig snap a few feet away in the forest.

I twist around and squint to get a better view of the forest. At first, I didn't see anything, so I turned around to quickly keep going. A second later, I hear something c***k behind me. Turning, a pack of dogs come forward growling. Taking a cautious step back I trip and fall on my butt just in time to see a swarm of sparrows flying right at me.

I quickly hit the deck, lying flat on the ground, then immediately have to jump up and run to avoid being eaten to death. The dogs were hot on my tail, and I was running faster than I ever had. The trees were just blurs as I passed them by. I could be wrong, but I feel like it’s not normal for people to be able to run fast enough for their surroundings to blur together.

I should not be able to run this fast. Just as the dogs shouldn't have either, but sure enough they were only about five feet behind me. I took a quick look back and see that they were gaining on me. I'd have to figure out my freaky speed at a better time. Say, when my life wasn't on the line.

Running down the side of the road, I go to cross the street when suddenly two bright lights are heading straight for me. Before I can even blink the vehicle collides with me, sending me flying several hundred feet.

I try to sit up, but quickly abandon that idea when my body screams at me. It feels as though I've broken every bone in my body. Tilting my head to the side I notice a rather large pool of blood beneath me.

Before I have the chance to worry about how much I've lost, a familiar face appears in front of me.