I was walking down the hallways only for my way to be blocked by the cheer team. "Hey Scarlett where do you think you're going?" The head leader spoke like she was the shit. I ignored her by going the other way only to be blocked by the rest of the cheer team. "What do you want from me?" I whispered, but loud enough for all of them to hear. They all laughed at me and start shoving me until I lost my footing. I landed wrong on my wrist and heard a sickening crack. I cried out in pain, I begged them to stop even asked what I had done to deserve this. They only beat me harder and laughed. With one last kick I felt my rib crack, and the leader spat on my boots. They left me there going on with their day as if nothing had happened. I felt silent tears rolling down stinging the cut on my cheeks.
I limped down to the nurse's office with my things. "Oh Scarlett... Again with the fights, honestly." She complained as she helped clean me up and called a cab for me to go to the hospital. Once home my Mother and Uncle Ben looked at me in question. I ignored them having enough of the socializing for the day. I gently laid down on my bed doing what the Doc told me to do. He was very nice and listened to my story as he wrote down a excuse saying that I am to be excused from school for some weeks.
I closed my eyes only to open them back to see my mother standing there with a knowing look. "Let me help you hun." I did. I moved my arms away from my ribs so she used her powers. Yes my mother is a witch. No I am not one... Even though I have wished so much and hard for having some kind of special gift like my mothers.
"Karma will get them back Scar. I'm making some dinner downstairs and have invited some neighbors over. You can do what you want, but please don't snap." I nodded to let her know that I was listening to her.
I had fallen asleep and woken up by the clinking of glasses. I got dressed and walked down stairs. "Ah Scarlet! Please do join us." Mom motioned to the seat next to this little girl, across from a boy that looked around my age. I did so and gathered some food onto my plate.
"You look broken." I stopped and set my fork down to look at the little girl. I smiled back as did she. "I just got into some trouble is all."
I felt like I was wearing a mask. All this fake smiling... I felt like a hollowed out doll. "What kind of trouble?"
I looked over to see a southern woman. "Oh how rude of me for not introducing you all." My Mother spoke quickly changing the subject.
"Scarlett this is Constance Langdon, her youngest son Beau, Adelaide, and her other son Tate. I believe you two go to the same school." I
rolled my eyes at her last statement. "Nice to meet you all. Excuse me for a bit." Mother nodded knowing I was still in pain.
I was in the bathroom having a meltdown. Once I stepped into the bathroom locking myself inside, and took one look at my face in the mirror.
I hated my face. Even though mother had healed my physical wounds she hadn't healed me mentally. 'why? Why? Why? They are so cruel!'
I thought to myself as I kept hitting the mirror with my fists. Then I heard a knock on the door, making me go back to my emotionless state of mind.
I looked down to se tiny shards of the mirror in my knuckles. "Just a minute!" I yelled trying to clean up my mess as quickly and quietly as I can.
I opened the door to see Tate standing there looking concerned. "I was just walking by when I heard something shatter. Are you okay?"
I furrowed my brows calculating if he was mocking me or was actually concerned. "If we really go to the same school why haven't I seen you before?"
He looked back at me just as calculating. "I usually skip and go somewhere else." I nodded wishing I had the guts to do just that instead of getting beatings.
"Where did you get those bruises?" I looked away and back at the broken mirror. He saw the inside of the bathroom too, but hadn't said anything.
"Cheer team." I spoke and made my way upstairs only to have Tate grab the wrist that would have been still broken if not for my mother.
"Why did they do this to you?" I shrugged and let him pull me back to him so he could look closer to my face.
He wiped away a tear I hadn't noticed. My lower lip quivered and I cursed myself for crying in front of some body I've only just met.
I felt him pull me into a hug as he sooth me with gentle words. I pulled away but not all the way. I took some deep breaths to finally calm myself.
"I was just walking down the hallway and they jumped me. It's not the first time this happened to me. Today was worst though..."
I looked up at him to see his eyes grow dark with rage. I smiled at him and stood on my toes to kiss his cheek. I pulled back to see his shocked face.
"Thanks for listening, Tate. You better go now I can hear your sister looking for you." He nodded but hesitantly let go of my waist, and left.
I felt cold now without his arms around me. I shook off the feeling and went back to bed.
