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A/N- I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like forever, but I started high school like sometime ago and I've been stomped by Geometry . I also had to do my computer over again, which was a total bitch. And I've just been kinda busy with different things. But its thanksgiving break and I don't have anything pressing so I thought I'd give you wonderful readers a not so wonderful but nevertheless chapter. So here it is!
A/N2- And this (---) followed by italicized words means flashbacks.
No More Miss Nice Girl
Chapter 15
Lily smirked as she glared callously down at the man whose hooked nose gushed blood. She couldn't believe the nerve he had to come up to Arabella and her and say what he had said, and then argue with them. She had almost completely lost her fiery temper, and physically lashed out before she could think rationally. She however wasn't sorry that she physically harmed the greasy haired man, but actually found it quite… amusing no matter how horrible it seemed.
Arabella stood behind her, her caramel eyes showing slight shock like everyone else in the Three Broomsticks. She knew Snape deserved it, but Lily actually looked amused by the man's obvious humiliation and pain. That was what shook her the most, Lily Evans taking pleasure in someone else's pain. She could remember clearly when they were back at school how Lily would always be so kind and stick up for those who were being tormented for the mere pleasure even when they spat on her very existence. Now it seemed to her as of Lily had taken the plunge and became the one who took pleasure in others pain, or at least pleasure in the pain the people who had made her life hell experienced.
Turning so quickly the people around her blinked as she left the Three Broomsticks with Arabella hurrying behind her. She had no specific place to go as Arabella and she wandered the streets. The cool air chilled her tempered body with a welcomed cold numbness. Her red curls blew in her face as the wind picked up after escaping their restraints.
"The nerve of him." Lily seethed.
Arabella raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She, from she had saw, didn't exactly fancy being on the receiving end of Lily's temper. She would let her seethe and rant as she was doing now, letting it get out of her system before trying to have a intellectual and calm conversation with her.
She listened for a good fifteen minutes before the other woman fell into an angry silence. She continued walking, however in silence before Arabella stopped and sat down on a wooden step leading up to a small shop with different assortments in the spotless windows. Lily in turn raised an eyebrow and slowly sat down beside of Arabella.
Tense silence wrapped itself around the two women sitting in the cold, shivering slightly. Their breath came out in white puffs of frozen air. The streets bustled with life around them as they sat on the frozen steps. Lily let the coldness wash over her, immersing herself in it as she let herself get lost in her thoughts in the middle of Hogsmeade with Arabella beside of her. Letting herself get pulled into painful memories that fuelled her angry and cut her to the deep.
--- She fumbled with her large black glasses as they slipped down her nose as she juggled to fit all her textbooks and extra books in her fading gray backpack. To say it was an easy task was an understatement, especially since she was walking down the slippery hallway that had just been mopped only a few minutes prior. Slipping and sliding the chubby fifteen year old managed to successfully place all her books in the old backpack. Smiling triumphantly and swinging the bag over her shoulder, she stumbled over her own two feet causing her too painfully smack the floor.
Her face twisted into a picture of hurt as she sit up and rub her back. No sooner had she however, than she heard the one thing she was dreaded most… cruel crackles of cold laughter that sent violent chills down her spin. She knew what would happen next. A public confrontation that would end in her humiliation like always.
She watched as they stepped into the light from out of the shadows with promises of malicious acts against her written clearly across their faces. Their cold, unloving eyes held a hard note in them. Their walk was like a predator hunting as they approached her frightened form. Their haunting laughter had long since faded away, leaving only hateful smirks as a ghostly reminder. Their footsteps stopped their dull thudding as they came to a menacing halt, surrounding her from every angle and making it near impossible to escape their wrath.
Slowly, hesitantly she pulled herself to her feet, clutching her backpack tightly to her chest. Behind thick black framed glasses unearthly emerald eyes widened considerably with fear of her peers unmerciful plans. Her body shook ever so slightly-something her tormentors didn't miss- as she continued to clutch the thin material of her backpack, turning her knuckles an even whiter shade if possible. A hitch in her throat made it painful for her to swallow. A tight knot of dread slithered like a serpent in the pit of her stomach.
A lifeless silence filled the hall around her and her peers. The eerie deadness seemingly so out of place with the silent threats, no promises, wafting around her. It unnerved her and a great shiver down her spin.
He, the leader, was the one to strike against her first. The first mind jostling blow left her dazed, before being followed by more powerful blows. She crumpled to the floor in heap of blooded flesh, letting blow after blow rain down upon her like angry hailstones. Her tormentors however, soon grew bored with the transgression their hands had committed and went to more magical measures to insure the torment of the witch in the middle of their tight circle. The curses and hexes they hurled at her left her withering in a small pool of blood, her blood. That didn't stop their excruciating assault though.
She had long lost sense of time when the first hit had taken her to the ground, but she knew this disgraceful act had been carried on for some time. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or more frightened when the curses and hexes had been lifted from her. She knew they couldn't be finished this soon that would have been too generous on their part. No something just as cruel, or worse, was going to follow. That was the only logical explanation her hazy mind could rationalize. After all wasn't that what always happened.
"See now that is where the likes of you belong. Filthy, worthless mudblood filth." His gray eyes hatefully glared down at her.
"You're a waste of space Evans. I'm sure even that mudblood loving blood traitor would agree." His merciless black eyes glittered repulsively down at her.
A swift kick to her gut sent her gasping for short painful breaths. She curled in a tighter ball and fresh new tears sprang from her eyes. She had no doubt in her mind that Potter wouldn't, for once in his life, disagree with one of his most hated adversaries. She wasn't sure what hurt most, the physical pain from the opened wounds on her beaten, bloody, and bruised flesh, or the emotional pain driving itself deep inside of her core and embedding itself in her mind from the abhorred words being tossed at her from very angle.
She closed her eyes and let the tears flow down her blotchy red- a mixture of blood and humiliation- cheeks and pool around her face in a small puddle. Their words reverberated itself off her inner walls, breaking them down in shattering pieces.
She wasn't sure what time it was, or for how long they vented their cruelty on her. She suspected they had been at for at least close to an hour or half of an hour. She didn't notice when they drew away from her, she was only conscious of her anguish.
Body curled tightly in a fetal position, arms pulled over her head protectively, blood that was spilling out of deep gashes along her body pooled around her, she shook with fearful whimpers that were barley audible.
Hard glares burnt holes through her. She could practically see their jesting sneering faces behind her closed eyelids. See their bodies held in an over confident, boasting sort of way that she despised with a great passion. She felt rough calloused hands grip her arms and pull her up to her feet before shoving her against the wall. A painful cry escaped her lips and her eyes shined with fresh tears blurring her vision.
"You'll never be anything to no one!" His black eyes bore into hers with hatred beyond belief.
His face disappeared and a blond with loathsome gray eyes materialized in front of her. His face was twisted into an ugly mask of antipathy. Spitting on her, he landed a last hit to her temple causing her to slump unconscious unaware of anything else happening in the world around her.
(The Fifth Corridor)
She was brought to wakefulness by the sound of footsteps. Her forehead scrunched up in confusion, though afterwards she wished she hadn't because of the piercing pain that raced through her body by the simple action. Slowly opening her eyes, despite the hurt that followed, she was met with a slightly blurry sight. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip to keep from crying out as she pulled herself up in a sitting position. She once again felt the hot tears burn hot trails down her blood matted red cheeks. Lifting a shaky, aching hand she placed her fingertips on the side of her head where her hair met and stopped, and felt a sticky oozy fluid before withdrawing to see a dark crimson painted across her fingers, much like how the marbled floor was painted with the thick liquid that was still not dry.
Trying to pull herself to her feet she crumpled back to the floor when her middle exploded with even more pain. Her hands instinctively went to her stomach where she lightly placed them. She knew without a doubt that this was for by far one of the worse beatings she had ever received in her life. Even those few times during Holiday didn't compare to this.
The sound of approaching footsteps registered in her ears. She had thought they were going the opposite direction just a moment before. She hadn't made any noise to draw unwanted attention to herself… had she?
Removing one of her hands she began to feel around for her glasses so she could see the approaching figure. She did, second later, find them with the lenses smashed to small microscopic pieces. Squinting to try and better her vision she could make out a tall figure some meters away and hesitantly coming closer to her. Despite herself she couldn't help, but feel fear winding its way up her spin and crawling into her stomach.
Could that be one of her tormentors? Was it a teacher? She had no way of being sure.
As the figure drew closer her vision became clearer. Finally she could clearly look up and see the face of the young man. Her eyes widened and---
Lily blinked. She remembered that day and every other hurtful day like it was only yesterday. She remembered their cruel and haunting laughter and their cold eyes that burned into hers. She remembered their cold words that helped break her spirit little by little.
She always laughed in people's faces when they told her the saying Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me. Oh how they were wrong. Words were one of the most powerful weapons that could have been used to against her. It was words that broke you down into tears and made you loose confidence. It was words that made you whimper in the corner as the yelling continued on and on. It was words that slowly broke your spirit and made you start believing your hated tormentor. Words were so much more powerful then what people gave them credit for.
"Words suck." Lily suddenly blurted out, earning her a questioning look from Arabella.
Yeah so not the best chapter, but I had to give my wonderful and not so patient reviewers something lol. Also I'll try to have the next chapter out sooner, but I'm not making any promises. Also next chapter should have Kristi in it, so yeah… Well please REVIEW, bye!
Hollow Nightmare: I'm not sure how long it will be exactly, but over 22 chapters. Once I get a better idea I'll let you know. And yes Kristi's really bisexual, but Lily isn't. Lily's straight. Thanks for the awesome review! Bye.
Jersey Princess: Arabella's nicknamed Erin just for the heck of it. I really don't have a definite answer she just is lol. Well thanks for the lovely review(s) lol. I enjoyed them. Bye.
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