Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 1

"E-ethan!" My voice cries out desperately.

He loosens his grip for one second before he squeezes back harder than ever.

"What?" He flashes his teeth at me.

"St-t-t-op!" My hands weakly scratch away at his hands.

He lets go completely and I drop to the floor. My hands smack down on the cold linoleum floor and my knees are flooded with pain from being landed on. I suck in big breaths of air and my coughs slowly get less violent.

I shouldn't be surprised by his actions. Ethan Montgomery is my number one tormentor at school. It started in fourth grade back when I actually had friends. My best friend Lila was being picked on by him. He kept on pulling her hair and calling her fat and I didn't like it so I told him off. Ethan never liked it when people told him what to do or how to behave and ever since then he's hated me. Ever since then he's always been picking on me. It started out as just calling me names or making fun of me in someway, maybe the occasional push or shove, but over the years he's gotten way more violent and what once started out as hair pulling and name calling turned into bruises and broken bones. He's the reason I never have a chance at making friends. He'll scare them away.

Ethan is a real jackass. If he knew the way I talk back to him in my head I might as well already be dead because if I'm not, theres no doubt in my mind he won't hesitate to kill me. He always tells people to stay away from me. He tells them I'm some sort of freak, that I'm a slut and a boyfriend stealer. Which by any means is not true at all!

"Get up." He grits his teeth.

I sop up on my coughing and slowly start to get up. My body feels weak and my throat is dry. I try standing up straight, but I get lightheaded and almost fall flat on my face. Ethan's hands grab my arms and drag me up to the third floor. The bag on my shoulder feels heavy somehow and I no longer have the energy to support it anymore. Just as it's about to fall on the floor and have all my books fall out, Ethan opens some sort of room and shoves me inside.

I slam against the wall as my bag falls from my shoulder and my books slam against the floor. He swings his fist against my face and I clutch the spot on my lip that he hit. He swings again but this time at my stomach and I stumble over into one of the big supply shelves. The sounds of bottles falling and aggressive grunts coming from Ethan is all I can hear. He delivers a kick to one my shins and I fall over from the pain searing through it.

He lets out a sigh of satisfaction and takes a step back to look over at what he's done to me. My whole body aches from the beating and I can't take it anymore so I start crying.

The tears come streaming down my face and I probably look like the biggest train wreck ever. But it doesn't matter. I cry harder and Ethan bends down to me.

"Finally caving in baby?" He smiles wickedly at me.

Asshole! I hate him!

"I-I-I hate-" I don't get to finish my sentence because Ethan sends a sharp slap to my cheek. The most terrible noise comes from my throat and I let out a scream.

"You want to finish that sentence?!" He shouts at me.

I shake my head but he shoves me down and leans over me.

"Shut the fuck up! Why are you screaming? Is it because you're fucking weak?! Huh?" He yells at me.

I let out another loud scream hoping someone will hear me but Ethan clamps a hand down on my mouth.

"You better not bite my hand you little whore." He whispers angrily.

His cold blue eyes stare into mine, warning me that I better listen to him or the situation will only get worse. My chest heaves up and down quickly and my crying turn into quiet sobs. I jerk violently away from him but his other hand grabs my hair and pulls harshly.

"You.better.stop." He spits each word at me.

He lets go of me and gets up while I crawl up into my little protective ball rocking on the floor. I sniff many times and I can feel the bruises starting to form.

I look at him through my glassy eyes. His hair is now disshelved and his clothes are wrinkled, but it doesn't seen to bother him.

"I'm locking the door. I might come back at the end of the day to let you out. Until then have a fun time finding a way out bitch." He snarls. He pulls out a shiny silver key and waves it at me before slamming the door shut. I hear a faint click and then he's gone.

Rocking myself back and forth I try to pull myself together. I run my hands over my face, and feel my now swollen lip throbbing. I continue to sniffle before I just pull my bag close next to me and cuddle up next to it. Resting my head on the floor , silent whimpers come out of my mouth and I shut my eyes. The sound of the bell ringing alarms my ears but I don't get up and start banging on the door for someone to let me out.

He'll never let me out of here. No one will.

That's the last thought that flows through my mind before I fall asleep in the dirty room.

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