If Only (18+)

Chapter 9 (Part I)

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It was Monday morning, and my body was still sore and bruised from the beating I endured on Saturday in the alleyway.

The blood from my nose and the small cuts I received from the concrete covered my clothes. Before Miss Lahaye could notice, I washed the blood out of them in the public bathroom at the laundromat and tried to clean my wounds the best I could.

Of course, she noticed my black eye and busted lip, but I reassured her that I just tripped and there was nothing to worry about. She nodded her head reluctantly and gave me back my freshly-cleaned blouse and even some extra cash. I tried to give the money back to her, but to no avail.

But, that beating on Saturday made me realize something; 

I will always lose.

Bowing my head down, I walked down the hallways, hiding behind my platinum blonde hair like it's a curtain. 

Nobody has paid attention to me yet, so far so good-

I suddenly heard a small "hmpf" and my heart froze, then began to beat like a jackhammer.

"Stupid fucking whore," Stacey Harden spat then trekked away.

Although my heart sank a little at his mean words, I couldn't help but feel surprised.

Why didn't he do anything else? Why did he just... walk away?

Shaking my head, I walked to my locker and put in my combination. 

As soon as the door swung open, a small folded-up piece of notebook paper fell to the floor. Curiously, I bent over, picked it up, and opened the letter.

Dear Skank,

I wish you could just die already.

Sincerely, 

Anonymous

My heart pounded immensely, and I looked around, hoping to spot someone watch me read the death-threat.

But, no one was in sight.

Grabbing my English binder, I stuck the letter inside, slammed my locker shut, and briskly walked to the first period.

As I entered the dark classroom, I began to walk towards my seat.

"Stand up here at the front, Miss Chilton." Mr. Reynold's voice rang in the classroom.

The sounds of my classmates chuckling echoed throughout the small room, and my ears felt hot.

"Y-yes, sir." I stammered, then walked back to the front.

As I stood there, probably looking like an idiot,