Rylan
I woke up, again, feeling no better than before. I had an inkling that this fever/sickness was not going away anytime soon. I guess I had that to look forward to. It was morning and I shouldn't really hold off school too much or someone will get sceptical. I can't risk that. So I dreadfully and painfully left my happiness behind me and headed to get ready for my second hell.
School.
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At school, it wasn't pleasant in the sense that all I saw was disgusting, vile humans. They were everywhere and there was no escaping them; except hiding away in a corner, or running off to the library.
Which is what I did. I had a secret hideout in the far corner of the big room, just for me. I brought out the book I had recently taken out of the school's library and started reading. Little Women. I loved it so much already, I was half way through and couldn't stop reading and taking notes to save my life. I take notes to help with my English language and I just can't help it; annotating is simple- it comes naturally to me.
The bell rings, and I get up to leave after spending some quality reading time in my special spot. I walk to first period and go through another day of school like normal. When exiting the building, I decide to take a really quick short cut home. I wanted to lay down after getting dinner over and done with. I was exhausted even though I had a couple naps in some classes.
The short cut was through an alleyway, which was dark and isolated and creepy but needs must. I was halfway through when I suddenly heard footsteps coming towards me from the opposite direction I was going. There were puddles of murky water on the ground and the feet of the other person just splashed down on them. The loud sound that came from it made me flinch and my breath hitch. I was semi-scared. It could just be someone walking home too, could it not?
A voice with the tone of a young man came to ear. "Who's there?" A man- oh no, no, no, no... My breathing became laboured and I stumbled a bit. I reached for the wall at the side and leaned against it. I closed my eyes and focused on the oxygen coming into my lungs and the carbon dioxide leaving them. The footsteps echoed in the ominous alley as they moved. I didn't know where they were moving to but I hoped they went away, that they went in the opposite direction to me.
The man's voice sounded again, "Hello? Anyone there? Come out! Don't make me drag you out!" He shouted and I jumped, not feeling any better. His angry tone helped close to none with my panicking. The stomping stopped and I somehow managed to hold my breath for a second then continued to panic. The anxiety wouldn't let me breath!
A hand forcefully grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against the wall I was already leaning on. Ouch. My shoulder blade hit the wall painfully, and my punishment from sir and my sickness did not help. I flinched harder than earlier, wanting nothing more than to run. Just run. And so I tried to do just that. I ran. I ducked from the hold this stranger had on me and sprinted. Well tried to, at least.
As soon as I moved away from him, he managed to pull me back towards him within an instant. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with his hand. I squirmed and flailed my arms viciously, desperate to escape. I hit him and stomped on his foot continuously. "Calm down niña. Calm down." He whispered to me. Niña? Was he Spanish? The only other person who called me that was that mysterious dude I was texting-
He released me slightly when I calmed and he took his hand away from my mouth. Once out of reach I took a deep breath, panting with my hands on my knees. After a minute or two I looked up to see a face scanning mine. He looked at me with confusion and curiosity. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were a kid." He frowned. He genuinely looked upset with himself but I can't let that fool me. He could have different intentions for all I know.
I back away slowly asking,"W-Who are you? A-And why did you call me niña?" I avoided eye contact. I rang my hands together tightly, trying to transfer my fear to physical pain-friction. He came forward and I took two steps back. He put his hands up in surrender. "It's okay, I won't hurt you," He smiled lightly, "again.." He looked guilty about that. It brought a slight tranquility to my knotted stomach. I stayed put showing him I was okay now. He voice was so soft compared to when he shouted earlier. It was almost soothing. Almost.
He continued,"I am Mateo Garcia. I called you niña because your a kid. No reason." Mateo, that's a Spanish name right?
"M-Mateo? I-I'm Rylan." I looked down again. He was infront of me now. I was still fiddling with my hands nervously. His hand found my chin and lifted it so we made eye contact. I cringed at his touch.
"Rylan? That's a pretty name for a pretty girl." He stated, I blushed. He removed his hand from my face and took a step back. He could probably tell my discomfort from my facial expressions. I was glad, I hated physical contact.
I just gave him a tight lipped smile. And as for my breathing, it had become even now and my imhaler wasn't needed. So now that I'm calm, I decided to study him. He studied me so I thought it only fair. His black hair and green eyes were the first thing I noticed. They stood out miraculously. I was sort of mesmerised by them. His freckles were sparsely spaced out on his skin. He acknowledged me staring and raised an eyebrow at my admiring expression.
I shrugged and averted my gaze to the gravel beneath me, feeling slightly comfortable in his company. It was weird though, a grown man like him with muscular arms and a tall frame scared me at first but now I let myself relax a little. His aura was no longer threatening but I was still weary. I sighed and looked around us as if never seeing this alley before. To be honest, I have walked through this way before but not really looked at my surroundings. That's a bit dangerous I know however in those times, I was in a hurry.
I awkwardly switched my weight from foot to foot. I needed to get home before dark, before he's home. And we've been here for awhile now. I had to make up a lie. "So, um, I need to get h-home now. My m-mom will be waiting for me..." I trailed off. I didn't want to mention my dad, I never like to think about him. I try to do it as little as possible.
It seemed he only just realised that we were simply standing here, in an alley, staring at each other. He suddenly become aware again. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I'll go then too. Again I'm so sorry about the inconvenience. Be safe niña." Inconvenience my ass. I was scared to death. And besides, his voice is still familiar to me. It was starting to bug me.
He was walking past me when I, out of relfex, reached for his arm. He stopped and gave me another raised eyebrow. "Wait, please." He frowned again and turned to face me. "Your v-voice sounds so familiar, I honestly am curious as to why." I stuttered.
He sighed this time. "I have no answer kid. I don't know why maybe it was someone you heard once." No it's not that. It feels wrong. The crease inbetween my eyebrows stuck as I thought about the possibilities. I gave up. I nodded and turned to leave.
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I was so late. I'm so, so dead. I sprinted, not that I was very successful in doing so but made it home in 10 minutes. The door burst open before I could open it myself and I was dragged inside. He pulled on my hair harshly as I stumbled into the house. A whimper escaped my mouth from the tight grip he had on me. My scalp burned because he kept tugging on it as we, well he, walked to the kitchen. I felt like a puppy being dragged along the floor after being a nusance. I felt like an animal and that feeling yanked away my dignity too.
"Where were you, bitch?!" He spat in my face. I cringed and tried to catch my breath.
"I-I'm s-so sorry s-sir. T-The teacher wan-wanted me to d-do some-something for t-them." I lied and he knew it. But of course I couldn't tell him where I really was could I? 'Oh I'm sorry a random dude pushed me against a wall and blah, blah'. Like no thanks.
"Do you expect me to believe that, you liar? I wasn't born yesterday! You must really like your punishments, mustn't you!" And the next thing I knew my stomach was aching and my ribs were screaming at me to do something. Anything. To stop the pain but I couldn't. Not if I wanted to die.
The blows he sent me abruptly came to a halt as he walked away. I sighed in relief. I laid my head down on the floor and turned onto my side in a fetal position to help the agony. But my relief ended the second sir came back. He was carrying a kettle? Why would he need that?
He smiled in a sadistic way at me. My chest tightened. My brain signals stopped transmitting to the rest of my body. I froze. He brought the kettle to sit upon my stomach as he kneeled down to my level. "Oh, did you think I was done with you? You stupid brat! You haven't even gotten half of what you deserve yet!" He gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open and put the kettle to it. Where the kettle was sitting seconds before, on my thin clothing, burned. Another burn, great.
"Now, bitch, I will pour this water down your throat in hopes that no more lies come out. Am I understood? Will you lie to me again after this? Let's see..." The water was boiling hot, like no fucking bullshit, boiling hot. It trickled down my oesophagus like a waterfall of steam. It scored the inside and I gagged and gagged and gagged. I was choking then screaming but it was more like gurgling. It was horrific. I hated it and it went on forever. He spilt the whole damn kettle full of water down into my stomach and lungs. It scarred me.
The pathetic piece of plastic was thrown to the corner of the room. He let go of me, I immediately rolled over to cough the liquid back up and squeeze my throat in pain. I could pass out, I want to so bad. My hands wouldn't let go of my throat and I kept scratching at it. I can just imagine the damage this has caused. "Get out of my fucking sight, whore! I don't wanna see you until tomorrow." He pushed my head so hard against the tiled floor, I felt an icky substance. It oozed out and was red in colour. Oh my god, he made the back of my head bleed. That's dangerous, right? Right?
His footsteps disappeared as he walked out the door. It slamed and worsened my migraine. My chest heaved painfully, quickly. I was losing consciousness and finally it all went dark.
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