Apologies

Chapter 5

I looked like a zombie. I felt like one, too. Deep dark circles dwelled under my swollen, red eyes. I was tired and cried a lot last night because of my dad. I felt like complete and utter shit. I didn't wanna go to school but my mom said I should because it would "get my mind off of my father." I didn't wanna go. School was the last thing on my mind at this point in my life. But because of my mom, I went anyways.

I arrived into homeroom feeling broken down, like a room without a roof. I didn't even feel well enough to function. Well, I didn't function. I managed to somewhat cover up my dark circles with makeup and put on some mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss to perk up my face. I could use all the help I could get. Today I had physical science first block. Physical science meant thinking and utilizing my brain, which is the last thing I wanted to do. But I sucked it up and got through. About halfway through the class, I asked to go to the bathroom. I went, did my business, and checked my makeup. Fighting the urge to cry, I left the bathroom and went outside to get a drink of water. I could really use some hydration due to my constant crying last night. I was disturbed from my water drinking with a tap on my back. Who the hell is it? I know Mason would just talk to me, not tap my back so roughly. I turned around to see Edward Henderson, aka the bad boy of the 12th grade.

Shocked by his appearance near me and rude tap on my back, I sternly asked him, "Excuse me, do you need something from me?"

"Yeah baby, you."

I grunted, disgusted with him, "Oh please, Edward. Find a girl who actually cares for your annoying self. Just leave me alone. I don't wanna be touched, especially not by you. Things aren't going too well for me."

He grinned at my insult, "No babe, I want you."

Why the hell did he want me? What was so special about me from all the other girls in the school? I needed to get away from him, I don't know how I would, but I needed to. Before I knew it, he pushed his body up against mine and slowly began guiding me to push me up against the wall. I would not let this kid get away with whatever he thinks he's about to do. But I'm not physically strong, I am only brains. So I need to strategically think my way out.

He placed his right hand on the wall right near my head and said, "So baby, what's your name?"

I scolded him, "Not your baby, I know that for sure."

His head tilted back and he laughed. Despite all the other girls cooing over him, I did not find him one bit attractive. He found my remark funny. I found everything about him funny, in a rude way, of course. That's when it began.

He began trying to kiss my neck. "Ugh! Ew! Get off me asshole!" I shouted with all I could in my lungs hoping, someone, ANYONE, would help me.

He still kissed me neck and I still continued to scream and shout. Then after trying to push him out of my way, he pinned both of my hands together on top of my head so that I had no protection or guard from him whatsoever. Then I realized that he was so close to me that maybe, just maybe, I could knee him in the balls. But before I could act, he tried to kiss me once again, on my lips. I kept turning my head in different directions to stop him but he eventually stopped fighting with me.

"Jesus Christ, babe, stay still!" He said it with a tone of roughness. He used his free hand and placed it on my jaw roughly. He positioned my face right in front of his and said, "Don't look at me with that irresistible, innocent look in your eye. It makes me want to do such dirty, dirty things to you."

At this point, I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't handle the situation. By now, I was praying that someone, just anyone would come out of the classrooms and properly punish this asshole. I couldn't contain my emotions anymore, so I cried. I cried harder and harder.

He looked down at me and said without a pang of sympathy in his eyes, "Aw, why you crying? I'm about to make you feel real good."

No no no. I needed to stop him now. NOW! What the hell was he gonna do to me? The tears kept pouring down my face, and I didn't have the energy to scream any longer. My palms were sweaty and I was freaking out. He slowly trailed his hand under my shirt, feeling my hips and bare skin, against his rough, callused hands. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed with all my might, and I managed to get a little something out. Then, I had an idea. My right leg was completely in the middle of his two. Just the right force and bam, I could knee him I'm the balls which would most likely throw him on the floor due to the tremendous pain. I tried and he immediately caught on and stepped on my foot.

Shit! The only two things I could do in this state were panic and cry. I needed to fix this quick to ensure that his filthy hands wouldn't be going anywhere near my pants. Right as I thought that, he began fondling the area near the buttons to my skinny jeans. Thank god there was three buttons locking him out. Still holding my hands and fondling near the buttons, he tried to kiss me again. I didn't try to object this time. I realized the only thing that would help me get out of this is if I calmed myself down. Right as I tried to take a deep breath, I heard a door swing open.

The door opened to reveal, the tall, muscular, handsome, blue eyed boy named Mason. His casual stroll quickly turned into a fast run the second he saw me getting felt up by this creep. I'm assuming the first accusation he had was that I was kissing him back, but that clearly changed the second he observed my running mascara.