High on Hibiscus

Chapter 1

BANG 

My head collides against the lockers with a clang. His piercing eyes slice through my gaze. My eyebrows furrow. 

"Deadbeat daddy." I mutter just loud enough for us to hear. 

CRACK

Searing hot pain shoots through my face. I can't feel my nose, only the wet stain of blood under it. He probably broke it. I feel the cold of the metal lockers as my shirt rides up my back from me sliding down against it. I slump to the floor. By now people are staring, and a small crowd has gathered. Even my blurry eyesight can see that.

I lift my arms onto the floor in an attempt to push myself up. 

THWACK

Okay, so that's not going to work. I feel his foot collide with my sternum. I slump back down in defeat. He yanks my hair, forcing me to look at him. He's squatting down, probably thinks he looks so badass right now.

"Fag."

He spits in my face. Disgusting. 

"Agugs- pssah..."  I mutter as quitely as I can.

"What did you say to me, faggy pants?" He brings his face closer to mine. His eyes are dark, sheathed by long lashes.

With all the strength I can muster up, I slide my legs out under me and attempt to knock him over. Okay, so I forgot he was huge. Didn't work. Plan B. I punch him in his balls. I hear a few gasps. Why has nobody gotten a teacher yet? I'm kind of dying here?

"Pussy." I say. Louder now. Clear enough for people to hear. My face probably looks like a pincushion right about now. I must have a lot of balls for someone of my strength, considering this guy is 6'2 and on the football team. God I always make the stupidest decisions in bad situatins.

"Faggots like you disgust me. Rott in hell." He picks me by my shirt up and whispers in my ear. This would be hot, if he wasn't trying to fucking kill me. 

Before I can blink I'm on the floor, the wind knocked out of me. The last thing I see before I pass out from pain is the looming shadow of a bottom of a shoe in the air followed by a loud, loud crack. 

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Oh dear Lord above everything hurts. I inhale and exhale, trying to calm myself down. Fuck. That made it worse. Oh God oh God oh God. Ow. My eyes are heavy. I can't feel my legs. Thats probably for the best. 

I hear the creak of a door, and inhale sharply. Bad idea. Ow. I flinch, which hurts more. Fucking hell what happened? A man talks over me, presumably to my mother. Am I in a hospital? 

"Scans show he's got two broken ribs, a broken nose, and a fractured tibia. We'll have to get a head CT to make sure he doesn't have any unseen head trauma, but if everything comes clear we'll cast him up and send you on your way." 

So I am in a hospital. Thank God. 

"Thank you." A smooth voice responds. It's rich, like dark chocolate. 

That's not my mom. That's a man. Footsteps. They're walking away. Wait. Stop. Who are you? Where am I? Why can't I open my eyes? 

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