A.N: I only get one review in the last chapter, but I'm updating anyway.
Chapter 7: Blood and secrets. - Mitchies's POV
I woke up with my heart in pieces. That night. Everything was so real. I saw Alex, she was in there that night, standing close to my window, watching me while I sleep. Couldn't be a dream but also couldn't be reality.
Maybe I was going crazy. I was starting to see things.
I was scared of going to school. I didn't knew what Claire could do. She was popular, evil and had tons of people who would die to be her friend. She had the whole school in her hand.
I stepped out of my mom's van and stared at the school. My heart was racing and I was paralyzed. I take a deep breath and walked into the school. Everyone was staring at me and laughing. 'Did I forgot to put my pants'
No, I was using my pants. In my body everything was normal. Maybe wasn't me...Maybe I was only paranoid.
When I saw my locker everything started to make sense. They were laughing of me.
The world 'Lesbian' was write in my locker's door. I stare at the locker for some minutes before look around me and watch all the stupid students laughing like idiots in my face. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run until my lungs explode.
"You liked my masterpiece?" I heard Claire's voice behind me. More laughs. 'Please God. Kill me.'
"..."
"She's speechless. Looks like I did a good job." I turned to face Claire. She has a grin across her face that would make even Hitler scared. A lonely tear run across my face. "Little Mitchie is going to cry?"
I started to run by the hall. I could still listen to the laughs.
That was only the beginning.
I begged to my parents to let me miss class the next day. But was impossible to make my mom's head when the subject was school.
She didn't understand what I was going through. She knew about Claire, but in her head she only did that because she was jealousy of me.
Jealousy...Yeah, right. I was an easy target. She liked to see me in tears.
Was gym class day. I hated it. Why do you need to run like an idiot and play sports? Can't you just stay on the bleachers and watch who likes it. I think the teacher like to see sweaty hot girls running in tight shorts. What a perv.
I was changing my normal clothes for the gymnastic ones. Privacy? Any. Change clothes in the middle of thirty-four girls you don't even speak to isn't too comfortable.
Someone push me against the wall and hold me in there. Claire. She was only in here underwear and her body was completely pressed against mine. I tried to push her away but the hold my hands above my head.
"Why are you trying to escape?" She said seductively.
"Claire, let me go." I tried to say firmly, but I was scared.
"I didn't mess up with you today..." She pressed her knee between my legs. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold a moan, but I failed.
The moan escaped from my throat and I could listen the laugh of the girls watching the scene. "You like it, don't you?" She put more pressure between me and her knee. Claire's lips touched my pulse point and she kissed it softly.
"Stop it." I whispered and could feel her smile in my skin.
"Do you like it?" She whispered in my neck and kissed it again.
"Claire..."
"Just answer."
"Yes." 'NO! GOD! MITCHIE! ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT DO YOU HAVE INSIDE YOUR HEAD? SHIT?'
Claire stopped kissing me, let go of my hand and hold me in the wall by my throat.
"You're disgusting." She said and throw my into the floor. I didn't tried to get up, I knew she was going to humiliate me again. "If I was you," she started to speak to all the girls in there. "I would be more careful. How can we change clothes in the same place as this perv dyke?" I heard laughs and just then I stopped staring to the floor and looked up. I found Sierra's eyes. She was looking at me with pity.
I get up and walked out of the dressing room. I was tired of being humiliated in front of every one, but there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to die.
After the gym class I went to the only place in the school where I could be alone. This place was in the football field, behind the bleachers.
People only went there in proms and games, mostly of the times to make out, but in normal days it was desert. I was the only one in there.
It was calm. I took my music notebook and start to write a new lyric that was playing in my head the entire day.
What did I do to deserve this?Tell me the truth and don't lie
You're pretty good at that but, no not this time
You walk around like you run the world,
Running your mouth, and talking about me now,
They think that you're the perfect girl,
They're gonna see everything so get back.
"Torres!" I heard a male voice calling me. I closed my notebook and put it on the ground.
The guy who was calling me was Dean Moriarty. He was from New York and arrived the city not too long ago. He was Claire's boyfriend.
He wasn't captain of any team of the school, but he was famous by his bad boy image. Every girl in the school drooled on him.
"What?" I said standing up.
"I heard you forced yourself into my girl today." He walked into me with his followers.
"What? No! I didn't do anything! She forced herself on me!" I said defensively.
"You think I'm idiot? I know you're gay."
"Yeah but..."
"Guys!" He raised his voice and his friends walked to my sides and grabbed my arms. I started to fight, trying to make them let go of me, but was useless. They were stronger than me. "You think you can do everything you want?" He punched my stomach and I screamed in pain.
That was too much for me.
"Dean..." He hit me on the face before I could finish my sentence. He hit me in the face more three times. My nose was bleeding and there was a cut in my left cheek. Dean's friends throw me on the floor and they started to kick me. I spit a little bit of blood in the floor while they were hitting me. I couldn't fight against that. Were three boys against me. I was in fetal position, trying to protect myself the most that I could, but was useless.
"I hope this serve as a lesson. Don't mess with my girl again." Dean said before give the last kick and walk away with his two friends.
I spit more blood on the floor and started to cry. I stayed in there, in fetal position, shaking, scared of someone hit me again and harder.
I didn't want to move. I was scared that the pain would get worse.
My heart was in pain, my body was in pain, my mind was in pain...I was destroyed...Hopeless.
When I walked through my house's door with a black eye and blood all over my face my parents panicked. They asked me what had happened, but I didn't answered. I run to my room, locked the door and called Alex. Just her voice could make everything better.
We stayed in the phone the entire night. I cried and she done everything she could to make me feel better. Worked. But at the exact moment that I turned off my phone my world crashed down all over again.
"Mitchie, can you come down here please?" My mom called from downstairs. I took a deep breath and go downstairs. My eye still was a little bit black, but was nothing that I couldn't cover up with make up.
I sit on the couch in front of my parents and stared at then. They were serious but I could see hurt in their eyes.
I didn't knew what was going to happen, but I knew that wasn't a good thing.
"What's up?" I tried to break the ice.
"Mitch, we have something really important to tell you." My mom said with her voice a little too low.
'My life can't get any worse than already is.'
"You're adopted." My dad said.
I was numb. I didn't knew what to do or what to say. I would have never imagined that. Seventeen years was the time they took to create courage and tell me that I wasn't their daughter.
I was wrong, my life could get worse than already was, and I was felling that was only the beginning.
That was only the beginning of a series of bad notices and problems.
A series of secrets and lies...
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AH!I WANT TO KILL CLAIRE!
