I stumbled towards my scooter, my vision still blurry from tears. It was all normal to me, but they rarely got physical. As I hopped on the scooter and turned the engine on, a rush of cool air hit my face. It was a relief to feel something other than pain. The ringing in my head slowly subsided as I
I trudged back home, each step heavier than the last. I can still feel the smile on Emily face, and the harsh thing she'd put me through. My thoughts keep replaying the scene over and over again, the anger and embarrassment boiling inside me. I'm so tired of being weak, of being a punching bag for e
As I try to escape the boys, my heart pounding in my chest, I hear them calling me back. I try to ignore them, walking even faster so that I can get to class and avoid their torment. But it seems that luck is not on my side, as one of them grabs me from behind, shoving me against the wall. I hit my
Lincoln sneered at his younger brother but backed off, taking a step away from me. I felt a small sense of relief wash over me, but it was quickly replaced with a sense of fear as Lincoln leaned in close to me, his breath hot against my skin. "Remember," he whispered, "we're not done with you yet."
I sat alone in the classroom, gazing at my book, not wanting to talk to anyone. I could hear the chatter and laughter of my classmates as they walked down the hallway toward the cafeteria. I could feel some of them pulling my hair or calling me names as they passed by, laughing at their cruel words.
I stepped off the bus, feeling completely drained after my long shift at work. I walked to the door of my house and reached for the doorknob, but before I could even turn it, a blinding slap hit me across my cheeks. I stumbled back, completely dazed, and fell to the ground. My head was ringing, and
I woke up to a loud banging on my door. My heart raced as I heard my brother's voice shouting, "Open up, Omega! Don't make me break the door down!" I knew I had to move quickly, or he would follow through on his threat. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. My hand
Both of us stopped when we saw the wad of notes spill out of my wallet. I quickly rushed towards it, hoping to salvage as much money as possible. But before I could even reach it, he kicked me hard in the face, causing me to fall back onto the bed in pain. I lay there for a moment, feeling the thro