Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 6

He grabs me right by the strings of my hoodie, my body flying forward from his strength.

"Listen whore," He slaps me in the same spot "When I ask you something, I expect to hear a response."

He continues to throw harsh words at me but I've stopped paying attention. The only thought running through my mind was how I would conceal it all. The slap marks would be visible for sure, I didn't even bring any cover up to hide it. There's a reason why Ethan takes the sweet time out of his day to come and take all of his anger out on me. He likes to know that Im afraid of him. In fact, he loves knowing that. He loves knowing that out of everyone that's calling me a slut, he can do more than that. Its like some twisted game for him.

No one else knows about the beatings. If I was to tell anyone, well then it would really only get worse because who would really believe the supposed slut over Mr.Popularity? Nobody.

If Ethan is anything besides a monster, he's a good liar. I stay lost in my thoughts up until he slams his hand down on my mouth and pushes me into one of the stalls. Muffled protests come out of my mouth when closes the stall door and locks it.

My body tenses when I'm suddenly lifted higher and my feet don't touch the floor. He leans forward so that were eye to eye.

"If you don't shut the fuck up-" His angry whispering is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.

The sounds of shoe heels clicking against the tile floor happen too rapidly for it to be just one person. When the all too familiar voices come into play I hang my head. Wow. God really must hate me right?

"So he basically just ignored you?"

Jamie.

"Yes! I can't believe it! Is he only attracted to pathetic weirdos?!"

A small snicker blurts out of Ethan's mouth and he looks down at me. I avert my eyes down at my feet still hanging above the ground.

"Maybe he just didn't hear you Aubs."

"Are you kidding me? After having to repeat myself twice? No Jamie, he heard me."

I hear her sniffle as Jamie starts to run water from the sink.

"Jamie I like him." Aubrey confesses.

"You're telling me this as if I didn't already know."

"Yeah well.."

Looking up see Ethan reaction he doesn't look affected at all. His eyes are staring at the space above my head. His hands slightly let go of me but his hand is still placed over my mouth.

Suddenly the bell rings and Jamie lets out a huff.

"You have a class with him this period right? Just try harder this time."

"Easier said than done Jamie." Aubrey breathes out.

"You and I both know you have no problem talking Aubs. You already got whats her name out of the way. Just go for what you want." Jamie peps.

Aubrey laughs and the sound of their heels clicking return.

"Okay but seriously, I'm going to be late for History." Jamie says walking out of the bathroom.

"Ugh Im going to be late for Spanish." Aubrey groans following her out.

The sound of the door shutting echoes through the room. My body squirms out of his grasp and surprisingly he lets me go just like that. I slide the lock back and push the door open. Looking up and into the reflection of the mirror not only do I notice the huge red marks all over my cheeks and lips but also the weird way Ethan happens to be staring at me.

I chose to ignore it until he walks up behind me and pulls my shoulder back.

"She actually thought of you as competition." He sneers.

"P-please stop... I h-have to go." I mumble.

"Sluts don't count you know.They never do." He says squeezing harder.

"Let g-go of -."

His hand tears away from my shoulder and pushes me against the sink. My stomach hits the front and pain surges through my body. I slump down onto the floor before he pulls me up and starts shouting in my face.

"I told you, you don't tell me what to do!"

My lift my hand up covering my face. I feel all the tears falling down my cheeks and I pull my knees up into my chest. My body shakes and rocks back and forth all at once. When I drop my hands and look up Ethan stands up and glares at me. Without another word he looks at himself in the mirror, fixes his hair and t-shirt and leaves. I watch the whole time, listening intently as the door slams shut and his footsteps echo walking down the hallway.

Slowly, gripping the side of the sink I pull myself up. My arms lean up against the two sides and I look up at myself once again. Now not only are the red bruises getting more visible but so are my tear stained cheeks. I turn on the sink, pull a few paper towels from the dispenser and begin to dab at my skin.

I hiss when my hand accidentally presses down too hard on the slap mark. When Ive cleaned up my cheeks I dab the wetness paper underneath my eyes. A small pounding starts to form in my head as I do so.

The first time it got really physical was back in freshman year. I don't remember what I did or said exactly but apparently I had to do something to make him get so furious he pushed me down the back hallway's staircase. Before he pushed me he told me I was some worthless bitch who didn't deserve anyone. I sprained my left ankle and bruised knee so bad it started to bleed. When my dad had to come pick me up from school he didn't even try to listen, he was just mad at me. I got it really bad that night and when I went to bed my ankle wasn't sprained anymore. It was broken.

The hand cleaning up my face starts to tremble. No Grace stop. Get it together.

Finishing up my eyes no longer look as red and teary as before and my cheeks don't sting as much. I position my hair so that it you can't see the bruises as much and throw my hoodie over my head for extra measure. I throw the papers in the trash and walk around the stalls looking for my bag. My eyes scan the floor in attempt of finding it. I bend down, my back aching from all the body shoving and slamming up against walls and doors, looking underneath the small spaces to find my bag kicked all the way down the row of stalls.

I walk back around, open the stall, grab my bag and leave the bathroom.

Nearing the corner of my class door I nervously pull on the ends of my hoodie sleeves and bite down on my bottom lip. Turning the door and walking into the classroom it quiet downs but not completely. A few people look away from the board to look at me while a few other pay me no mind.

"Is there a reason as to why you're coming in late to my class?" Ms.Thomas complains, obviously upset that I interrupted her lesson.

I cough and clear my throat standing there awkwardly.

"Well is no reason, reason enough for a detention Grace?" Ms.Thomas says crossing her arms.

"It won't happen again, I was just using the ba-"

Ms.Thomas hold up her hand pausing me and instead of giving me detention tells me to sit down. I let out a relieved sigh walking to the left side of the room and sitting down in my regular seat. I put my bag around my chair after pulling out my binder and pen and sit with my head on top of my hands trying to focus on the lesson.

"Oh and Grace," Ms.Thomas says from the front of the room causing a few people to turn around and look in my direction "Take off the hood."

Click on 'external link' below if you would like to see what Ethan looks like. I'm aware this chapter was boring as hell, more interesting things will come. Keep in mind that this story is going to be slow paced because I'm trying to develop things that go on carefully.