Life Starts Now
On Your Knees Where You Belong ;
Mondays were always classified by the end of the weekend and the beginning of hell for me. Most people agreed, but not for the same reasons that I believed it so. Most people just hated the fact that they had to go to school, or work, but the only reason that I actually hated Mondays were because of drama. Every rumor, was normally started on a Monday, and lasted only until the rest of the week if you were lucky.
I was walking down the halls, heading over to my car for lunch break when it began.
“Did you hear what everyone is saying about her?” A girl whispered to another as they walked by me. Their taunting whispers and giggles made my face flush.
Kyle, a boy I recognized from the baseball team, stuck his foot out, causing me to fall to the floor, and all of the items from my bag spilling out onto the ground. I sighed, getting on my knees as I picked up my belongings and tossed them back into my bag.
“Look! She’s down were she belongs now!” I heard Kevin’s voice chuckle manically behind me. I heard very few if any footsteps in the hall, and a knot in my stomach began to form as I realized we were alone, well almost. I turned my head slowly only to realize that he had brought along a few friends to join in on his fun.
I felt a hand take my neck roughly in it’s grasp, and I was manhandled to my feet. My body slammed into the cracked brick wall of the hallway as I let out a whimper.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked, staring into Kevin’s dark and reckless eyes, “What did I ever do to you?”
“Nothing, you’re just so much fun to play with Harper,” he smirked, caressing my cheek before slapping my flushed face, “you kind of remind me of my sister’s dolls, the ones that I used to rip apart. You’re just as delicate.”
The laughter of his friends filled my ears and his cocky smiled wouldn’t leave my sight, no matter how hard I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he whispered, softening his voice. I refused to open my eyes, and I let my head drop, facing the floor. He slammed my head into the wall again.
“I said look at me,” he growled.
“Don’t you feel like a man,” I teased, “beating up a girl for fun, torturing a girl, for fun. You aren’t a man, you’re a worthless piece of shit.” I spit in his face before trying to get out of his hold.
“You little bitch!’ He yelled, upper cutting me in the stomach.
“Just leave me alone!” I screamed, clawing at his face and his grip tightened around my throat.
I heard footsteps, walking down the hall parallel to the one we were in now, and I fought the urge to scream for help, knowing that next time he would make me regret it.
I caught a glimpse of the group once the came into sight. It was the “bad boys” of Huntington Beach, and at that moment, I went against all my instincts.
“Help me! Please!” I screamed to them, causing their heads to pop this way.
“You fucking whore!” Kevin roared, punching me in the face.
My head bounced of the wall, and his bodies support was no longer there as my head rebounded off the bricks and onto the floor.
I was walking down the halls, heading over to my car for lunch break when it began.
“Did you hear what everyone is saying about her?” A girl whispered to another as they walked by me. Their taunting whispers and giggles made my face flush.
Kyle, a boy I recognized from the baseball team, stuck his foot out, causing me to fall to the floor, and all of the items from my bag spilling out onto the ground. I sighed, getting on my knees as I picked up my belongings and tossed them back into my bag.
“Look! She’s down were she belongs now!” I heard Kevin’s voice chuckle manically behind me. I heard very few if any footsteps in the hall, and a knot in my stomach began to form as I realized we were alone, well almost. I turned my head slowly only to realize that he had brought along a few friends to join in on his fun.
I felt a hand take my neck roughly in it’s grasp, and I was manhandled to my feet. My body slammed into the cracked brick wall of the hallway as I let out a whimper.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked, staring into Kevin’s dark and reckless eyes, “What did I ever do to you?”
“Nothing, you’re just so much fun to play with Harper,” he smirked, caressing my cheek before slapping my flushed face, “you kind of remind me of my sister’s dolls, the ones that I used to rip apart. You’re just as delicate.”
The laughter of his friends filled my ears and his cocky smiled wouldn’t leave my sight, no matter how hard I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he whispered, softening his voice. I refused to open my eyes, and I let my head drop, facing the floor. He slammed my head into the wall again.
“I said look at me,” he growled.
“Don’t you feel like a man,” I teased, “beating up a girl for fun, torturing a girl, for fun. You aren’t a man, you’re a worthless piece of shit.” I spit in his face before trying to get out of his hold.
“You little bitch!’ He yelled, upper cutting me in the stomach.
“Just leave me alone!” I screamed, clawing at his face and his grip tightened around my throat.
I heard footsteps, walking down the hall parallel to the one we were in now, and I fought the urge to scream for help, knowing that next time he would make me regret it.
I caught a glimpse of the group once the came into sight. It was the “bad boys” of Huntington Beach, and at that moment, I went against all my instincts.
“Help me! Please!” I screamed to them, causing their heads to pop this way.
“You fucking whore!” Kevin roared, punching me in the face.
My head bounced of the wall, and his bodies support was no longer there as my head rebounded off the bricks and onto the floor.
3/21/13