Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 32

<Hope's p.o.v>

The morning went by pretty slowly.

I showed Corey to all his lessons, which were basically the same as mine, apart from English.

Corey would have fit in perfectly.

If he didn't hang around me.

I tried to persuade him to go and hang out with other people, but he ignored me and stayed with Xavier, Blake and me for the whole day.

But then there was lunch.

Too many people were staring.

It was almost giving me heart failure, my heat was beating so fast.

People were gawking at Coreyvand the fact that he was hanging out with me.

And they were completely blown away that Xavier and Blake were hanging out with me.

The schools freak.

I kept my head down and shuffled to my lunch table.

Once Corey had sat down, a gang of Megan's bitches approached.

"Hey, Corey." She said, flirtatiously.

Corey sighed.

She had been trying to bother him all morning.

"What do you want?" He asked, turning around to face her.

She smiled sweetly.

"I wanted to see you." She winked.

I had to look away so I didn't vomit.

Corey frowned.

"Leave me alone, Megan." She mock-pouted.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes. I do."

She just rolled her eyes at him, and sat down on the seat next to him.

Corey sighed and turned to face Xavier, Blake and me.

"Let's go." And with that we stood up and left Megan alone on the table.

Before I could leave, though, Megan put her foot out to trip me up.

I found myself face-first in a bowl of spaghetti.

Anger fumed up inside of me.

I picked myself up, and ran to the girls toilets, leaving my tray on the floor.

As I was running, I heard Megan say;

"Clumsy slut."

The tears welled up inside of me, hut I kept them in until I was safely inside a cubicle.

Then they fell freely from my eyes.

Maybe she was right.

I didn't fucking deserve any friends.

I screamed in frustration and hit the wall of the cubicle.

A gasp came from outside.

"Sweetie... Are you okay in there?" I didn't answer. I couldn't.

Either way, I didn't deserve any kindness.

More silent tears fell.

I heard a hesitatory sigh come from outside my cubicle.

Then, footsteps were heard leaving.

I sighed and banged my head against the back wall.

I banged it again. Harder.

I never knew why I even tried.

I didn't deserve this life, or any.

It was too good for someone like me.

I signed a shaky breath and banged my head harder.

I felt slightly dizzy and I felt wetness dribble down my forehead.

I banged my head even harder and a vast majority of black dots appeared, clouding my vision.

I tried to blink them away, but they wouldn't give.

I banged my head one final time, and then all was black.

<Xavier's p.o.v>

After Megan tripped Hope up and she ran out, I didn't see her all afternoon.

I hated Megan at that moment.

It was completely uncalled for.

A small flower of fear blossomed in my gut.

Did she run away? Did she hide?

Where was she?

I confided my worries in Blake and Corey.

They agreed that something was up, and we went to search for her.

We would be missing the last period, but oh well. There were bigger things to worry about.

We split up.

Blake on the 'New Building', Corey on the Base floor, and me on the top floor.

After about half an hour, we met up again.

Still nothing.

I paced in agitation, running a hand through my hair several times.

Where was she?