My Hell

So pretty

I look over and see the cheerleaders in their short skirts and tight shirts and feel my self confidence go down the drain, why do I have the body of a nine year old? I look down at my feet and sigh.  I pick at the bottom of my over-sized sweatshirt and curse the world, why can't I be beautiful? I am a potato in a world full of french fries! kms... I look away and begin to walk down the hall to my next class, I soon hear the hallway clear out as all the students go to there classrooms. "where you going beoch?" I freeze as I hear Lucas voice echo in the hall, I turn around and feel my face go pale. "t-to class", I feel my voice crack and curse my self as Lucas smirks, Lucas looks at the two guys next to him and nods toward me "get her".

Holy crap! I think as they quickly walk toward me, I turn to run but they grabbed my arms and pushed me against the wall of lockers. I whimper in fear as Lucas gets right up in my face, I take a few moments to take in my situation, Against the lockers, with a football player with short brkoiown hair and freckles and straight white teeth. I come back to the real world when I feel Lucas place his hand on my outer thigh, and slowly move it up into my skirt. "S-stop!" he wraps one hand around my throat and squeeze lightly. "keep your dirty mouth shut, or else" he hisses right in my ear. I whimpered and felt my body start to shake. He stopped his hands at the edge of my underwear and I feel my eyes go wide and start to beg "P-please don't" I feel tears spring to my eyes and pray that someone will walk by and save me. DAMN YOU SCHOOL

Lucas squeezes my throat till I can't breath and I gasp for air "come on man lets get out of here..." one of Lucas friend says. "Fine... This isn't over bitch" He takes his hand off my thigh and lets go of my throat and runs off, probably to go to smoke and pick on some-other poor kid. The last hour bell rings and I grab my stuff off the floor and go tell the teacher a lie about how I got sick and couldn't make it to her class. "sorry, I got sick and couldn't leave the restroom" she nods, sympathy coating over her eyes "Alright then,,, I hope you get to feeling better. Let me get your missed work", I grab my work and give a quiet thank you and speed down the hall to the front doors and to my awaiting death trap of a house....  when I get inside the house I close the door and try to sneak up to my room "BITCH" I hear it before I feel it, My dad was waiting for me, he grabbed my by the hair and yank my head back "your late" he growls "s-sorry I dropped my stuff..." 

He grunts and throws me down on the floor and kicks me in the side I feel tears slide down my face as shooting pain go through my body. When he leaves I pull myself up and hiss at the sharp pain and drag myself up the stairs to my room, once in I lock my door and lay down on the bed.
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Its been a long day......