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And I don’t even know who that is anymore.
My days are spent just floating through the taunts and bullying. No one to talk to about it, no one to help me do anything about it. I just take it.
My heart cracks a little, the pain slicing through me that this feeling of loneliness grows deeper every fucking day. It makes it worse that I don’t fit in here. At least when my mother was alive, we had each other. No matter how shitty the day, we had each other.
Without even meaning too, the tears start to fall as I stand under the water. A sob erupts from my throat, and my frustrations and sadness burst out. I place my hands against the wall and just let it all come out.
“Holy shit, she cries.” My head snaps up to the voice that has entered the showers, and my eyes go wide with fear. Standing at the entrance is Daxon. “And wow, what an ass you’ve got.” His eyes travel down my backside.
My entire body shakes with fear, and I can feel my anxiety start to grip onto me. I can’t turn around, and I can’t shield him from looking at my ass. “W-What are you doing here? Get out, Daxon.”
He shakes his head. “Are you going to leave Darkwood?”
“Of course I’m not!” I growl.
Daxon chuckles. “Well, then, I’m not leaving here.” He starts slowly walking towards me, and there is nowhere for me to go. “Tell me, why do you stay where you’re not wanted? What’s keeping you here?”
He’s getting uncomfortably close. I watch him slowly stalking towards me as I try to curl into myself against the shower wall. “It’s none of your business.”
His hand reaches up to the shower dial, and he turns the water off, leaving me there, shaking and cold. I press myself closer to the shower wall as he presses himself up against my back. His hands box me in, and I can feel his breath on my neck.
“You’re wrong, Spitfire. It abso-fucking-lutely is my business. What you do here, why you’re here, everything about who you are is my business. I warned you, Phoenix. I warned you that it wouldn’t be a good idea for you to stay.”
“Fuck you and your warning,” I spit back.
“And that’s exactly why you’re here, crying in a shower after getting trash dumped on you. It didn’t have to happen. If you had left, none of this would have happened.” He brushes my wet hair away from my neck, and the minute his skin touches mine, a fire is ignited throughout my entire body. He can’t see my face; he can’t see that I have my eyes closed or that I’m biting my lip trying to hold back a moan. I can feel his cock pressed up against my ass, and I swear I hear him growl as he slowly rubs against me. I’m dripping wet, and it’s not from the shower.
What the fuck is wrong with me? These three have tormented me, bullied me. And I’m over here like the goddamn Niagara Falls. Fuck.
I feel his lips brush against my neck and then his body that was keeping my naked body warm is gone. Leaving me standing there, cold, naked, and alone. Now that the water is shut off, I hear the door to the locker room slam shut, and I know he’s gone.
My chest heaves with the sheer panic that is now setting in. I need to get out of here before others come in here for class. Turning, I grab the towel and wrap it around me as I walk out of the stalls. When I get to my locker, I see the lock hanging there and the door slightly open. Panic sets in as I realize that Daxon wasn’t the only one in the locker room. He was the distraction.
Opening the locker, paranoia seeps in my bones. What the hell did they mess with? I notice my gym uniform is missing but my clothes are still there on the bench. Slowly, I pick up my skirt and nothing looks tampered with. I pick up my shirt to see ‘STD Slut’ in black ink written across the back of it.
I drop down to the bench and let out a sigh. This is getting out of hand, and the last thing I want to do is run to the headmaster and tattle on them. I’m not that person. But fuck, I can’t afford another uniform. As a scholarship student, I only get what I get. And now I’m down one.
I need to go back to my room. I need the comfort and silence that my four walls give me. Reaching into my locker, I root around for my bra and underwear. Only, they aren’t there.
Seriously?
Those assholes stole my fucking bra and underwear?
Which means if a gust of wind hits just right, I’m flashing everyone my girlie bits. I let out a frustrated growl and throw on my now damaged uniform. Maybe I can call my wonderful and supportive aunt to help me get a new uniform.
I mean it’s a long shot, but I don’t know what else to do.
Yet that doesn’t help me right now in trying to figure out how to exit the locker room and getting back to my dorm without a public indecency charge.
Throwing the ruined shirt on, I wrap the towel around my waist and then pull my skirt up around it. Have I mentioned how much I hate these uniforms? I look like a complete fool, but this is what I’m working with. I throw my blazer on, hoping that it will hide the marker, only to find a giant hole cut out in the back that provides the window to the message. And now I’m down a fucking blazer.
My fists clench at my sides, and I feel even more shitty knowing that while I was dick distracted in the shower stall, one of the other kings were in here messing with my stuff. All while taking my fucking underwear.
Checking to make sure that my phone is in my bag, I head out of the locker room and head down a back hallway towards the first exit I see. There is no way I can walk right through the campus like this.
I head out towards the edge of the campus and begin my trek around all the buildings back towards the dorm. I pray no one can see me like this. I can’t take any more humiliation today.
Today, I think they may have won a battle. They got me to cry. They got me to break down and show a weak point. They are hell-bent on continuing this onslaught of breaking me to pieces. And yeah, I’m mad at myself for crumbling. But it won’t happen again.