10 Nobody will save me now!

I have spent the whole day just looking at the letter from my father. I was trying to gather the courage to actually open it. I had no idea what was written on that piece of paper, and I was super nervous to find out. School was over, and I was on my way home. I would feel scared of having to cross paths with Casey and Kenzie, or meet any of their friends, but they all have football and cheerleading practices, probably preparing themselves for the big game of the season which is like two weeks from now.

The distance between the school and my home is like a forty five minute walk. I would take the bus, but clearing my head at the moment was really necessary. And what better way to do that than by taking a walk?

With the letter still tightly clutched in my grip, I sat on a bench in the park. The park was nearly empty, with very minimal people in sight. With my heart beat loudly in my chest, I tore the envelope open and took out the letter. Straightening out the letter, took a deep breath and prepared myself for the letter's content.

But before I even got a chance to read the first word, the letter was snatched away from me. I thought it was a hawk or something, but when I looked up, I came face to face with yet another all too familiar face.

If you guessed Casey... then you could not have been more wrong!

The person I am talking about is a guy named Troy. He doesn't even study at Berry High, but he still knows everything about me. Troy studies at our rival school, Kingsley High. He is the quarterback of their football team.

If you think that him liking me is the reason why he's here right now, then again, you are wrong.

Troy and Casey are more alike than they think. They are both players, both in their personal lives and in the field. They both also happen to be quarterbacks in their schools. They also like partying. And they hate each other with a passion never seen before. And the most common one, they both like tormenting me.

It's not a secret anymore. Apparently, everywhere I go, I just seem like a target. Maybe I have like a tag on my back that's written 'hit me'. Cause that is what everyone around me seems to see. Everyone I meet just wants to beat me up. I sometimes feel like the whole world is against me. And maybe the whole world is just plotting against me, waiting and wishing for my downfall.

My daily routine just revolves around me getting beaten up. I wake up and get a beating from my mom for no apparent reason. If I'm lucky and she happens to be in a good mood, it will only be a scolding or a stupid lecture.

I leave home to go to school, only to meet with Casey and his friends, who would not pass down the chance to see me cry. And here, I don't get lucky! The only reason strong enough to make them not beat me up, is Connie's presence. But at the same time, Connie is also the reason I get beaten up. If I avoid her, I get a beating simply because she is here to defend me, and everyone seems to really respect her. But if I hang out with her, I still get beaten up, by virtue of I talked to her. I have no idea why Casey hates me this much, but I always had a feeling it had something to do with us being poor, and them being stinky rich!

After I leave school, expecting to finally have some peace, Troy strolls along. He may seem like a cool, chill guy outside, but inside, he's worse than the devil. I would actually pick being hit by Casey than Troy. Troy is not only sadistic, but he usually has this type of anger that he always seems to carry around wherever he goes every single day. And then at the end of the day, guess who is his stress reliever. If you said me, then you're correct.

I think Troy is more dangerous than Casey because... well... because he once tried to take advantage of me. Okay, not exactly once, he's done it a few times. And every time, I push him away. I guess it's why he despises me so much. Cause I rejected me. According to what I had about Troy, is that he doesn't take rejection well, just like Casey. They are so used to getting whatever it is they want. The money, the cars, the attention, the glory and respect, the girls. Explains why he hates me so much after I rejected him. So yeah, I guess that is the root of his hatred for me.

And then I get home, to another ugly confrontation with my mother. And it rotates. Abused by my mom, beat up by Casey, tortured by Troy, then abused by my mom again. Every single day of my life for years, that has been my daily life. I think it is honestly a miracle how I'm still alive. With all the beatings I've been getting, I should be dead by now.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" he said examining the letter.

I tried to jump and grab it out of his hand, but my attempts proved to be in vain, especially with him being taller than me. And the fact that he stretched his arm forward so I would not reach it made things more difficult on my part.

"Don't open that! It's personal," I told him. He shot me a grin, a mischievous evil grin, one that made a shiver run down my spine.

Unlike Casey, Troy actually likes it when someone tries to fight back. He apparently 'likes them feisty'. He wants to watch you spend so much energy fighting for your life, defending yourself, cause he knows that he is obviously much stronger. And he knows that I don't stand a chance against him. He will give you a less painful beating if you try to stand up for yourself. It was taking me a huge amount of energy to not stammer in front of him. And even harder to prevent my legs from giving out on me.

"Personal? What is it, a love letter?" he chuckled.

"None of your business,"

"Umm...cruel! I'm just trying to be friendly and you're acting like a total bitch right now!"

"Could you just give that back to me?" I finally stopped trying to reach the letter, stretching my hand in front of me, towards him, so he can put the letter on my palm.

He eyed me from top to bottom, in a very disgusting, creepy way. Lust evident in his eyes. He was making me feel really self conscious and uncomfortable. This is the reason I said that Troy is more dangerous than Casey. Cause other than being abusive, Troy usually has this lust dancing in his eyes. He's a total play-boy, and he expects to get everything, or everyone that he wants, when he wants. He freaks me out, more than usual. Being around him makes me feel vulnerable, like I can't even defend myself, which I know I can't, but, it helps to think it, right?

"Is this a love letter?" he walked in slow steps towards me.

"N...No," I backed up way from him.

"Was that a stammer I heard Sarah?"

"It wasn't. I just wanted to make the point clear, that's all, "It took all me all my effort to say that complete sentence without stammering or fumbling over my words.

With a satisfied smirk, he stopped right in front of me, taking time to examine the envelope. Before I knew what was happening, he was already tearing the envelope open and taking down the piece of paper.

"Don't read it!"

"Or else what," he smirked, knowing very well that there was nothing I could do about it. And he did exactly what I told him not to do, he began reading the letter. His eyes scanning the piece of paper, word after word.

I lunched forward, my fingers inches away from the letter before he moved swiftly to the side, making me miss the letter by only inches. I tried again, but yet again, I missed. He must have found my pathetic attempts funny, cause he was laughing his heart out.

And then, when I thought things could not possibly get any worse for me, Troy did the unthinkable. He folded the letter into a small ball, then he put it in his mouth! Disgusting!

Now how the hell was I supposed to read what the letter said. What if the contents of the letter were really important? I had to figure out a way to get that letter back, no matter how disgusting it may be.

"If you want the letter back, then you'll have to work for it,"

"What do you mean?" I sensed something wasn't right. Whatever was running through his head, was obviously nothing good.

"If you want the letter, you're going to have to get it out of my mouth," he smiled.

"Fine! Whatever!"

"With your teeth!" his smiled turned into a smirk.

"No way!"

That was disgusting beyond comparison. There is no way that is ever going to happen, not if I can help it. Does he seriously expect me to do that? That's like, awful! Technically, I'll be kissing him, and that is the last thing I'd ever want to do in my entire life.

He began chewing on the paper. Why was he even doing that. That is really unhealthy, disgusting, and it's also damaging the paper even more.

"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider your choice?" he chewed even faster.

"Wait. I'll do it!"

Don't judge me. I know how wrong and disgusting this is, but there is no way I was going to let the only letter my father has sent me in years, get eaten away by this creep! I would do anything to get it back before Troy chews all the words away.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself for probably the worst moment of my life, before stepping towards him. He put the chewed paper ball between his teeth, waiting for me to take it in mine. I have to admit, it was much more disgusting than I had previously thought. But I had to push all that out of my mind and just act without thinking. At least that way, it will hopefully be less disgusting.

"Don't try anything stupid," I told him.

Preparing for the worst, I slowly put my lips on his, trying as much as I could to minimize the contact between our lips. But what more would you expect from Troy? What would anyone possibly expect from Troy. He can't be trusted. But stupid me decided to trust his word.

He forcefully grabbed my waist, and began roughly kissing me, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. I tried to push him aside, and I hit him several times to try and make him leave him alone, but it didn't work. I really hate how strong this guy is. Could it be possible that he's swallowed the letter? That would be crazy. I mean, I know he's crazy, but what are the chances of that happening?

I felt dirty. I felt filthy. He treated me like one of his dirty shameless girlfriends. He made me feel worthless, more worthless than I usually do.

His strong hands roamed down my body, grabbing my ass, making me feel even worse. And I thought, that right at that moment, he was going to defile me. And not just that, but in the middle of the park, a damn public place. My world felt like it was falling apart. And I couldn't hold it together anymore.

But before things got anymore out of hand, an all too familiar voice interrupted. Well, I would not exactly call it interrupting, more like save me.

"Troy? Sarah?" Connie called, getting the attention of both Troy and I, making him quickly let go of me, breaking the kiss.

And we both turned to face her. Well this was awkward! But then one thing just suddenly popped to my mind... How the hell do Connie and Troy know each other? And how comes I don't know about it?

"Babe, this is not what it looks like," Troy said, stepping away from me and towards Connie, "I can explain!"

Babe?! Connie and Troy are dating?

So Connie is known and loved by everyone who abuses me. They all basically worship her. So Connie has the power to save me from all my abusers, my mom, Casey and Troy.

But how will she even consider helping me when she's just found me kissing, or being kissed, by her boyfriend? And I haven't even managed to get my father's letter back? Plus I'm pretty sure Connie will tell Casey about this.

I have just screwed up... I've screwed up big time! My life is officially over! Nobody is going to save me now.

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