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Chapter One
My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough through the Brady High hallway and down the left stairs. My feet burned from the pressure of tramping down them and it shook and quivered from the weight of us; both of us. I could hear his footsteps racing down after me, and I screamed with terror as I felt my backpack be torn off my shoulders and as my arms flung back. I could feel his fingers trying to grip mine. I whipped my arms forward and jumped off the last few stairs. I heard a curse from his mouth and a loud crunch against a hard object, as if it were his first to the wall.
I sprinted into the band room and hid under the teacher’s podium. Tears built up in my eyes as I heard the door open and shut behind Damien. Please, I prayed. Don’t let him find me.
It’s not that I was praying to any specific god maybe that was part of the problem. I was never a religious person, my father hated religion and said it just created wars; he was always a very smart person, when he was in school he was a straight A student; but sometimes, things happen. Know he was a drunk, but he was always very smart. Well… in most things.
I sat under the podium, listening to his deep breath staggering in and out as he trotted around the band room. Music stands crashed to the floor and I heard him flipping chairs and punching metal instruments. An overwhelming odor filled my nose. Ugh, his cologne.
I was scared. I was scared of everything in this world. My father, my peers. Him. What scared me most was that he had me alone right now. I was alone with him. I shifted in closer to the back of the podium and curled up in as small as a ball as possible. A sharp pain entered my neck, and I felt the splinter cracking gently against my skin. I heard him walk by the podium and all became silent, he laughed deeply. A deep chill ran down my spine.
“You think you can hide from me?” he whispered. Damien rammed into the podium and tipped it over, exposing me to him. I cried out as he pulled me up and over his shoulder. His hands held my waist possessively and his fingers dug into my hips. He took me into the teacher’s empty office as I screamed for help and tried to escape his grasp. I knew help wouldn’t come, but it gave me hope every time I tried. I quickly surrendered and stopped struggling as I let my tears flow out, I knew this moment would come and I knew it was no use struggling. In the end, the outcome would be worse.
Damien lay me down on the desk and tried to kiss me on the forehead, but I quickly turned my head leaving him kissing the thin air. My cheek lay against the hard metal desk; it was like ice on my warm skin. Damien’s hands wrapped around and in my light brown waves forcing my face towards him, he moved his face inches from mine. His breath was hot and wet, soiling my light skin. He moved quickly and kissed my lips softly. I bellowed out a small cry. Damien smiled and kissed me again, this time it was more possessive, deeper, and scarier.
No matter how hard all this was for me to deal with. The only thing I notice as he un-did my sweater was the ceiling. The tiles were a creamy colour with little black dots all over them. They looked like they were made of think hardened foam and easily removable. Why did I stare at the ceiling? Maybe it was easier than having to stare at him, easier than having to watch his hands move rapidly at the black threaded buttons.
Tears swelled up in the back of my eyes. I couldn’t bare this anymore. The class bell rang and Damien looked at me softly and gave a relishing frown, slowly letting me go. I scrambled of the desk and into a corner of the room; paper flew through the air after being launched off the desk. He walked over to me gaily and smiled.
“Fine dear, I’ll let you go this once,” he said softly. “But it won’t happen again.” He left me there as I let my tears fall, then quickly and quietly went to class before being caught down there alone.
Mr. Bull took my late slip as I slipped in the class room. He glared at me as though I had committed a murder. I looked over at Damien, who was staring at me with complete satisfaction. I looked for a seat and noticed the last one was a few seats behind Damien’s. I swallowed slowly and hurried past him, but not fast enough I guess. I felt a fast hand smacking my ass; I stopped and closed my eyes. The class laughed and I started to the desk again, there was no way to escape this torture.
I took my seat, and just then noticed a boy at the front of the class, staring at Damien as if he would kill him. I wish he would, it would make my life a hell lot easier! The new kid was tall, probably about 6.3, with dark brunette locks that were straight and long enough to touch the tip of his nose. He had skin like the inside of an almond, very pale, as if he lived in a cave. He was obviously very fit from the tightness of his grey shirt. One thing that really separated him from the rest of us in town was his was his snake bite piercings. Two thin silver rods that curled gently over his lips on each side of his mouth.
“Ok, this is Daniel; he is new here, make him feel welcome.” Mr. Bull hated new kids, he knew there was no hope for them here. “Take a seat behind Elizabeth.” The new kid, Daniel, looked at me. I cowered under his gaze. He walked over to his desk, his whole body thundered as he walked by. It was if I could feel his weight being urged forward, like a slave by his master, his body being the slave and his mind, the master. His muscular body was warm as he brushed my shoulder. I shrunk back from the connection. He stopped to stare at me and I looked down to avoid eye contacted. He walked by and took his seat.
I wanted to look back, I wanted to smile, to show him he could at least have one friend here, but I was scared. I didn’t know this guy; I didn’t know anything about him, what if he was like Damien, or worse…
... I love my three lives.
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