I Belong to My Bully

5. Leave Me Alone

MIA’S POV:

I was standing at the front staring at the school structure like it was the most amusing thing in the world. Everybody was going in with their friends and with fresh faces. Like they were going to discover something new today. Maybe this day was going to be the day of their life they will remember always and when they will be old, they may tell their children about this day. For me it maybe another day of humiliation and disgrace, mortifying me to my inner core.

I was all bruised and pale, fidgeting my fingers deciding whether to go inside or not. An ugly creature not meant for this world. Who deserved to be punished for no reasons. It is a sour reality that a person can bear the cruelty of a stranger as they don’t have any feelings attached to them. But when someone close to your heart and soul shatters the reason of your very being, with just a mere flick of their hands, you break and you break to the point where there is just broken pieces of you left scattered on the lifeless tiles of world. I was the living example of that.

 I had to keep myself out of trouble and for that I have to conceal myself into the walls of the crowded hallways. But it was quite impossible as my first class was Maths and Elijah also took that class. He was not taking his classes regularly these day, but I know he can easily catch up. He was a studious student and besides that he had money so he could just buy his way up to the top, even without working hard. But I had no choice. I was already a scholarship student and one failure could be the end of that. End of that scholarship meant the end of my life.

After a whole fifteen minutes of thinking, I moved inside with wobbly legs. I rushed to my class immediately as I didn’t want to encounter one of his minions. I took a seat at the back of the class so that nobody could notice me and took my notebook out.

Till now everything was fine, nobody felt my presence.Mr. Thomas entered and started the lecture and everybody got busy. I was happy that he was not here.The whole lecture went well and I got out after the class. I had to go to the restroom first, after that I had physics. So I had to hurry.

 I walked to the bathroom and went inside. I did my business and was getting out when the life was squeezed out of my body. They all were standing right outside my class. Derik nuzzling into Lucy’s neck. Noah spinning the basketball on his fingers, I felt like that ball was me, spinning on their tips and Lucas was on call with someone. Which may have been Elijah. I just froze there, I wanted to move but couldn’t. I had no choice but to move past them as I had a very important quiz today. It was like poking a lion and then running for your life.I didn’t realized that tears were rolling down by the fear of humiliation. I paced with shaky legs towards the class. I hope they don’t recognize me in the crowd of students.

As I moved to the class, lowering my gaze just as an unsuccessful attempt to ignore their presence. But I didn’t know, they have seen me. As I tried to move past them, someone put their leg before me and I tripped on the hard floor. My books scattered around me and I was a in a deep pond of shame. But it was not enough for them, someone poured some squishy stuff on me after that. Coating my entire back along with my hair and ears in it. It was dripping and coating my face along with it. It was disgusting.

“No…No….Please,” I said, trying to get up wiping my tears. My chin was hurting and my head started to hurt like hell.

“Hey look she looks like Carrie White,” Derik remarked, looking at my disgusting self. He was the one who did it, he was always the one.

Everybody was laughing with him. I was the center of everybody’s attention. Looking like a clown, whose job is to just make fun of herself to make others happy. Even my Physics teacher didn’t stop them. He just ignored my presence and moved to the class. The fathers of these rich snobs were paying him well. Even Mrs. Hellen was not here today to save me.

Elijah was nowhere to be seen. But what different does it make? He would have just added fuel to the fire. So I ran from there and ran until I was out of the building. I was running with my eyes blurring due to the tears, when I hit a wall. It just added more misery to my already destructed self. I hit so hard that my head felt dizzy more than it was already and my vision was blurred to the point of blindness. I looked up and there he was, the devil himself. The one who was responsible for everything. Who did this to me. Who was the one who told me he loved me when we were five. The one who told me he will find me. Yeah he found me just so that he could break me.Break the one who was already broken and was just waiting for a minor hit to be broken to million pieces, never to be mended again.

His eyes were red and he was looking really disturbed. His hair were all messy and unevenly distributed on his forehead. His stern face was dripping unsympathetic vibes and I knew that something has happened back home. All this he did to me and I still loved him. I was worried looking at him. My heart yearns for the bully standing in front. What an irony it was. When he saw me, his eyes showed a little amount of care but then he pushed me to the ground.

His nostrils were flaring and he was looking like a real demon. Did something happened? What was I going to pay now for? Straddling me he said “You are going to pay for what you are doing to my family. I am going to kill low life like you slowly,” Then he got up and kicked me in the guts. I curled on the ground with the excruciating pain it caused.

I was done. I had no strength left. Nobody helped me.Even if someone wanted to, they couldn’t. It has always been the rule of schools that jocks ruled the schools and nerds and low lives like me suffer by their hand. If somebody tries to help, they have to face their wrath too. I was feeling drained but I had to stand up as I was lying in the middle of school ground. So that I can just go home, pathetic home of mine.

“Are you okay?” someone asked me. Who was he? Who is the person who wants to die? Maybe the person didn’t know the consequences, but I knew them very well. I had to ignore him.

“Let me help you,” the person said, but I didn’t respond.

“Hey, let me help you get up. Who did this?” the person again asked.

“You…sh….should….g…go,” I said stammering because the pain was not letting me speak.

“Whoever the person is, I am not afraid. Now stop with this useless talk and let me help you,” the stranger replied and helped me with his hands.

Now I could see the person standing in front of me. He was very handsome. He was not as good looking as Elij but he could give him a competition. He also had broad shoulders and he was tall too. He had green eyes and his expressions were gentle unlike Elijah. His cheek bones were prominent like Elijah’s but Elijah’s were much more aligned and symmetric. The most noticeable thing about him were his hair. Curly brown hair, roughly messed up everywhere. Like they were permed giving him a very dramatic and graphic look but Elijah’s hair very straight and wavy with hinges of curls in between. Why was I comparing him with Elijah? Why I compared everyone with him? Maybe I was just so overly obsessed with him that I never saw anyone except him.

“Woo…You are really pretty. Who could hurt such a pretty lady like you,” he said gazing at me, with a pretty innocent smile on his face.

I was not moved. I knew when he knows the reality he would also avoid me like a plague. So I had to break his little bubble myself “You don’t have to be nice to me. I know when you will come to know what a piece of s**t I am, then you will leave me too. So just leave me,”

“You could have said thank you. But it’s Okay. By the way I don’t mind whoever you are,” He said following me.

I was irritated now. Why couldn’t he leave me like others? And by the way I saw Noah looking at me from the main entrance. He knew that the boy helped me.If I continue talking to him, it will end up in bad consequences for him.“Thank you and now leave me please,” I said getting out of the school .My day was done in two hours. I missed the quiz. I missed other classes but what could I do? Couldn’t just walk in the class stinking. I don’t even know what they threw at me?

“My name is Owen Wyatt. You didn’t ask but I think I should tell. Now can I know your good name?” He asked smiling.

“Listen to me.Leave me alone or if they see you with me the results are going to be far worse than you expect,” I said glaring at him. He needed to listen. He needed to know what could happen.

“I don’t care and let’s start again. Your name?” he said ignoring what I just barked.

“I AM A DAUGHTER OF A PR0ST1TUTE.IS THIS EOUGH FOR YOU OR YOU NEED MORE,” I shouted at him in the middle of the road.

It was enough for everyone else to leave me.