Breaking Down ; m.e.

Chapter One

Run, Ava, Run, I yell to myself.

They were chasing me again, and my only option was to run to the women's locker room in the gym.

It was happening again, and I was overly terrified.

I run into the locker room and slam the doors behind me and hide in the maze of locker walls.

I crouch behind a wall and glimpse around where I am. Was I safe?

I hear footsteps enter the room and my breathing catches. My arms weave around myself to hide my parts that they usually...touch.

Suddenly, arms lift me up and slam me against the lockers. I gasp and then scream for help but his hand slams over my mouth.

I gag, not wanting to know where that hand had been.

"Shh, baby baby be quiet. You wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us would you?" says Cameron.

Cameron Dallas - main bully. He will abuse me and touch me until I beg him to stop.

Jack Gilinsky was also there, shadowing behind Cameron in the unlit, dark locker room.

Cameron's hand abruptly grabs my ass and I gasp and then get the adrenaline to kick his shin.

Cameron's doesn't make a sound but he does purse my lips and shake off the pain in his shin.

Out of Cameron's anger, he slaps me, making a red mark appear on my left cheek.

A tear escapes my eyes.

"Don't cry you pathetic slut" Gilinsky growls in annoyance.

I wipe my eyes and then purse my lips.

Just wait for it to be over, Ava.

Cameron's hand travels up my shirt and he caresses my breast.

I glare into his eyes as Cameron then starts to suck my neck. Then, surprisingly Jack steps up and slips his hand under my jean shorts and grips my bare ass.

That's when I was done.

Just a little reminder, I did gymnastics through all my life in elementary school, and then did dance in middle school. Now, I do track only.

I high kick Cameron in the stomach and then punch Gilinsky's face.

I didn't take boxing, but I knew how to punch out of basic TV, and I have had to punch a few people before.

I run when they are in shock of the pain and straighten my clothes as I run.

I change into a quick sprint and I thank God for my speed ability as I make my way out of the school and into my car, pulling into driving gear and speeding out of school grounds.

I see in my rear view mirror that Cameron and Gilinsky were trying to beat the speed of my Honda Sivic, but they quickly give up and stay behind.

I sigh in relief and then drive home worry free.

I still felt disgusting from that abuse, although.

And it hurt even more that I couldn't even tell Dad.

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Once I'm home, I run upstairs to do homework, Dad being out with some friends for a football game.

I bring out my Chemistry and Algebra homework and try to practice the work as I scribble down all the answers with my curly hand writing.

I ate an apple as I worked, and held ice to the part of my face that got slapped. I was used to healing myself up, I do it every week.

Once my face feels better and the hand mark had disappeared, I dismiss the ice and then throw away my finished apple core.

I shower, because that's the only way to wash off the gross feeling of being touched by horrible people.

*cough cough* Cameron.

After I'm done showering, I go outside and run, since that's what I'm in love with.

People in my neighborhood judged me for wearing sports bras when running, but I work hard for my skinny stomach, and I have a strong passion for running.

Once I run back home, I see moving trucks pulling into the house across from mine. I slow down my jog and frown.

I knew the house across from us was selling, but I didn't know that they were already moving out.

I try to glance around the trucks to see the new neighbors, and I see two older people, obviously a married couple.

I kinda hoped that wasn't it to the group; I was hoping for at least a new friend.

I finally see a boy sitting on the front step of his new house.

I frown as I study him from afar; he had black tattoos on his arms, piercings on his ears and one above his upper lip, and his hair held a dirty blonde color.

He was tan, tall, slender, and honestly, pretty cute.

I notice soon enough that the boy was staring back at me. He winks at me with a smirk and my hope melts.

Great. Another douchebag; I can tell already.

I shake my head to escape my thoughts and then I start running again, back up my driveway and into my house.

I didn't want anything to do with the new guy. He was like Cameron's evil blonde twin.

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