Howdy Partners, I have another chapter for you my loyal fans! I just want to thank you all for your contiuned support. It makes me feel all warm and glowly inside. Here's another chapter and enjoy!
It has been 4 months since Sosuke Aizen made her do all of those…humiliating things. It was horrible. For a week afterwards she was barely able to get any sleep because of it. It was so cruel what he did to her, and it left her in a mental fragile state. She felt good, but deep down she knew that that kind of mental torture would take a while to get over. She just needs time to heal.
There was a knock on their door at 4 am on a Tuesday morning. It was the police. The police at your home at 4 am could never mean anything good. They had informed them that a video of Orihime undressing herself of several pictures of her bare upper body was currently circulating the internet.
She just looked at the officer; she couldn't really hear him that well after that. Suddenly, there were more of him, and they kept moving, as if they were swaying…his voice sounded far away and it was echoing. There was a fierce pain in her frontal lobe; all that swaying he was doing was making her dizzy. Her brother turned to her and he was swaying. It was more than one Sora, how could that be? They were saying something, it was all muffled, and she couldn't hear them. She was too dizzy. She needed to sit down, her heart was pounding much too fast and hard, and she couldn't handle all that blood that rushed to her head.
She tried to make her way to the table but she collapsed before she could more than one step.
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She awoke in her own bed; her head was throbbing in a dull pain. She was disoriented. She couldn't remember much but she knew she had a horrible nightmare. Aizen had leaked that video of her and it was all over the internet for perverts to see, even after his promise that he wouldn't.
She sat up in her bed, her hand to her head, and looked around for a glass of water. Sora was standing across the room, looking out the small window, a look of terrible sadness on his face. That's when she knew that it wasn't all some horrible dream. Sosuke really did leak those videos of her. Her life really was ruined.
Tears burned the back of her eyes, her throat burned and she coughed vigorously. Her chest contracted in pain as her heart wept furiously. She couldn't believe how much of an idiot she was for doing something so irrevocably stupid!
Sora noticed her state and he came rushing to her side and held her close. Whispering that everything would be okay, that the police are trying their hardest to take down all of the videos, that they would find the person responsible and prosecute them for doing this to her. She believed him. She believed everything that he said. He was her big brother, he would never lie to her, the only thing he's ever done was protect her and now he would protect her again. The white knight comes once again to rescue the fair princess from the horrible monster. She smiles into his shoulder believing that everything will be okay.
"Would you like to stay home from school today?" she thought about it. There was no way that her friends and classmates would know of what happened. So there was no need to worry about that.
"I think that it's best if I went to school," she said, smiling through her drying tears. "I can handle it."
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She gets to school a little bit late after the bell rings. She goes and sits amongst her friends, greeting them quietly. Neither of them turned to acknowledge that she was there; she chalked it up to them not wanting to be scolded by the teacher. What she does notice is that some of her classmates would turn and look at her, snickering and occasionally pointing. Unease formed in her stomach. She wondered if she had something on her face. She duck and took a quick look in her compact mirror when the teacher wasn't looking. No, there wasn't anything on her face. Why are they laughing at her?
It was time for them to move on to their next class. She got up to follow her friends so that they could walk together, but they hurried on without her. That was weird; they always walked to class together. She hurried after them calling their names, but they didn't hear her. When she got to class she found them.
"Guys, didn't you hear me calling you back there?" she asked concerned. They didn't even look at her, they were absorbed in a conversation all of their own. The pit of unease in her stomach grew. She went and sat in her seat and didn't try to talk to them for the rest of the class. Worry gnawing at her like a hungry beast.
It was time for lunch. She slowly followed them towards the court yard where they normally sat and ate lunch with their other friends. She greeted them but no one acknowledge her. She felt her heart tremble; she bit her lip hard, trying not to cry. She didn't understand what she did wrong. She didn't know what she did to make her friends so angry at her. She sat on the outskirts of her friends circle, still trying to be a part of their group. Something cold, thick and sticky hit her in the back of her head. She gasped, her hand reaching for her hair.
She pulled it away discovering that someone had thrown yogurt on her. She looked to see who'd done it and was rewarded with another glob of yogurt hitting her in the face. She heard laughter loud and clear. She could distinctly hear it from her friends. She couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She got up and ran to the bathroom.
Who would throw yogurt at her?! Who would dislike her so much as to throw food at her?! She tried to wipe the cold sweet smelling dairy product off her. The sweet creamy white yogurt mixing with her salty tears. Why is everyone mad at her? What did she do?
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She finished the day not talking to anyone. Not that anyone wanted to talk to her. She walked home alone, groups of people laughing and pointing at her. Tears streamed down her face constantly. Her throat was extremely dry.
When she made it home, she saw that her brother was there. She didn't want to worry him. He already had enough on his plate between the whole Police thing and her pictures circulating the internet. He didn't need any more to worry about. She stood outside the door, composing herself. When she felt that she was ready she entered.
"Orihime! How was school?" he asked. She could tell he was worried, his voice dripped with concern.
"It was great!" she lied. "I had so much fun with all of my friends, there was even a food fight!" her heart tightens at having to lie to her dear beloved brother. "I think some of it got me, so I'm going to wash my hair now," she tried to escape.
"How about I help you? You do have a lot of hair," he stated. She really wanted to be alone so that she could cry. But she could see that her brother really needed this, so she nodded in agreement.
She sets her things down on the couch and they go into the bathroom together, he grabs a towel, she grabs her strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner. Her brother turns on the water in the tub and she sticks her head under it, letting the warm water cascade over her head. When her hair was nice and wet, her brother squeezes some of the shampoo on her hair, some of it dripped down to her face.
"Ahh, it's going to get into my eyes!" she exclaimed.
"What?!" he hurried tried to gather the excess shampoo from reaching her eyes, scrubbing her hair in a most vigorous fashion. There were suds everywhere.
"Sora, I just this second realize why I wash your hair," she stated giggling.
"What? I'm doing a fantastic job. I should major in cosmetology instead of engineering," he said proudly.
"I think you shouldn't quit your day job," she laughed. That earned her a noogie from Sora. She laughed loudly and tried to escape, her hair full of soapy bubbles, leaving a trail of soap and water everywhere. Sora chased after her, the front of his shirt completely soaked. He slipped on the floor and landed on the floor hard. She gasped.
"Sora!" she ran to check on him only to slip and fall herself.
They stared at each other before bursting out in laugher. The earlier day forgotten.
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The next day at school, she tried to talking to her friends again. But once again they gave her the cold shoulder and ignored her. She felt her heart tremble again. So she just followed them silently.
At lunch, she was a bit nervous because she was afraid that someone would throw more food at her. Then her ears perked up to what her friends were saying.
"…yeah so I downloaded this new song. You want to hear it?" Savannah asked the group. They all nodded in excitement. She connected her phone to a mini portable speaker to her phone and pressed play. A song with dance pop beat played loudly. That song sounded very familiar to Orihime, but she couldn't discern where…she…hears…it…before. Oh God. She thought that she was going to be sick. She covered her mouth and looked at her friends in horror. For the first time since Monday, they looked at her and smiled evilly. She felt on the verge of tears.
"What wrong Orihime?" Savannah said frankly. "I thought for sure that you would like it. Why don't you sing for us? I heard you had a pretty nice voice," they all burst out in laughter.
She stood up and ran to the bathroom in tears again. They knew. They somehow found out what happened. They knew and they hated her for it. But if they just give her the chance to explain. She could tell them how it wasn't her fault. She could explain what happened.
She heard the song playing loudly outside the bathroom door. She covered her ears to block out the song. The rest of the day past with the same thing. Kids laughing at her, singing that horrible song.
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By Friday, Orihime was officially sick of going to the school. She became an outcast. Not matter how much she tried to explain to her friends of what had happen, they wouldn't listen. They just called her a dirty slut and ignored her. That was what hurt the most. The name calling. On Thursday, everyone had stopped ignoring her and started calling her names.
Slut. Dirty. Skank. Easy. Whore. Hoe. Hooters. Attention whore.
And much, much more. She didn't think that in two day she would feel like the most hated person on earth. Yet, she did.
She spent the weekend pretending to be sick. She checked her Facebook and she wished she hadn't. All over her were nasty remarks.
Wow, I'd never thought that Orihime would turn out to be such a slut.
I wonder if she just pretends to be sweet, but is really a bitch.
Did she just come to America to be a porn star?
Orihime go back to Japan! We don't need any dirty sluts at our school!
Go back to whore island!
Leave this country.
We hate you!
SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!
Pay her the smallest bit of attention and she'll do anything you want her to.
Her heart shuddered in pain. She couldn't stop herself from crying. Why are they saying these things about her? Don't they know her better than that? She's their friend.
When Monday rolled around, she was frightened for what might be in store for her at school. She was walking by herself, trying to prepare herself for the day when a boy came and walked besides her. She was afraid of what he might say or do.
"Hey, you're Orihime aren't you?" he asked. She nodded slowly.
"…The girl from the video?" she froze, and reluctantly, she nodded again.
"So…how much would you charge to do a video like that for me?" he asked, laughing. She froze in her steps and stared at him in horror. Her mouth agape.
"B-b-but, I don't do things like that. You don't understand what happened!" she tried to explain. "I'm not like that!"
"Yeah, so do you charge by the hour or is there a standard fee?" he cracked up. She felt tears burn in her eyes and she just knew that she wouldn't be able to face school today. So she turned on her heels and ran home as fast as her feet would carry her.
Thankfully, Sora wasn't home so she didn't have to face him or his questions. She just ran to her room and spent the whole day in a fit of tears. Every now and again she would receive texts and alerts telling her to stay away, or how much of a whore she is and asking her charging rate.
The week was terrible. She forced herself to go to school, to endure the abuse and harassment. The next week, her classmates had moved on from verbal attacks to physical attacks. They constantly threw yogurt at her, they shoved her into walls, and some girls locked her in the bathrooms. They even took to throwing change at her. She felt like she was constantly crying, she began to have night terrors and panic attacks. Sora, of course, noticed that his sister wasn't well and took her to see a specialist. She was put on a regime of anxiety medication to help with the panic attacks. The pills made her sleepy and edgy; it didn't really help her deal with the bullying.
Sora also noticed that she was being bullied, and he urged her to tell him about it. But she was so ashamed and embarrassed she refused and just took the abuse in silence. Until, that is, she received one very disturbing phone call.
"Hello princess."
"Sosuke!" she exclaimed, terrified.
"Please call me Aizen, I don't care too much for the name Sosuke," he said lazily.
"Why have you called me? How did you even get my number?"
"Oh I have my ways," he said with dark humor. "So tell me, how is school going? You haven't run into any trouble have you?" he laughed darkly. That's when it clicked.
"YOU! You're the one that told my friends about that video!"
"I didn't tell them. I just sent it to your dear friend Savannah. I was surprised to see it circulating the internet so quickly though," he said thoughtfully. Her heart plummeted to the ground.
"YOU'RE LYING! SAVANNAH WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO ME!" She yelled into the phone.
"Really, you think so?"
"Of course, I know so! She's my friend, she wouldn't hurt me!" she defended into the phone.
"Oh, okay, so she didn't turn the whole school against you and create a face book page titled, 'Orihime is a dirty cheap Hoe'? My mistake. I guess I'd just forgotten the definition of what a friend was." Orihime felt her blood boil.
"You're lying Aizen, she wouldn't be so cruel to me. You would do that to me, you're the monster in this story, not my friend," she said vehemently.
"Oh poor, naive, little princess. With you mindset like that, this becomes less of a story, and more of a cautionary tale," he laughed darkly.
"I'm going to report you to the police, what you did was distributed child pornography to a minor no less. You're going to go away for a long time!" she felt some of the pressure in her chest release a little. She felt a bit lighter, she would get justice.
"There are a few flaws with your line reasoning. 1, you haven't any proof."
"You just admitted to sending an e-mail to Savannah! If she comes forward and show them the email, I'm sure that you-"
"2, even if she hadn't deleted the e-mail already. Do you really think that she would risk incarceration or more importantly, her crown and being permantly expunged from the world of pageantry and beauty queens? Because once they find out what she did, she would never in her life be able to compete ever again. So she could kiss her dreams of becoming Miss Universe good bye." Orihime went cold as she realized what he was saying. If what he was saying was true, then Savannah really did leak the photos and the pictures. She was the one who spread the news all over school and ruined her reputation.
"3, I'm a man of very high power and influence. It would become a media circus if a scandal of this proportion was to come about. Not only would my face be plastered all over the world, but so would yours and no matter where you go, this would follow you. Everyone would know what you've done. No one would want to associate themselves with you, everyone would hate. In fact, they only job and friends you would be able to make are porn stars, and I don't think that's a crowd you'd want to join. Maybe you'd become a strung out junkie like your mother, and marry an abusive alcoholic like your father, and you'll have children you hate you and run away from you every chance you get. "
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!" She screamed into the phone. She heard him laughing and threw her phone into the wall. It shattered. But he sound of his laughter resonated deeply within her. She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
Was there really no chance for escape?