Chapter 11

Yerene's PoV

Luckily before the bitch can continue the warning bell rings and we all make way to class. The look she gives me though, I can tell that whatever this was it isn't over yet.

This girl will be the end of me!

Without paying more focus to her for now, I focus on my subjects, wouldn't want to lag behind now, would we? Not since that day.

I shudder, just thinking about it so I snap myself out of it. Only I cannot snap out of , instead, it got harder and harder to do so. And I did what I did I such situations so as to forget the emotional pain that is

"Mrs. Johnson," I raise my hand to indicate to my senile history teacher that I was the one who spoke.

"Yes, sweetie."

"May I be excused to go to the loo."

"Of course."

With that I rush out of the classroom and enter one of the stalls where I instantly take out my trusty blade and dug it into my left ankle this time because it wasn't as raw. The physical pain washed out the emotional agony for some time and I reveled in the feeling, not wanting the thoughts to come back so soon.

After what seemed like an eternity I get up, cleaning myself and the stall, I make my way out and just before the bell rings I am cornered by the one and only Rebecca Westbrook; I notice that she is not with her minions this time. Interesting.

She seems pissed. Oh and what better way to take it out than to torture me, yeah? Before I can say anything whatsoever she starts with her insults, as if she has learnt them by heart and wants to spit them all out at once before she forgets them, I doubt she would forget them though.

"You bitch!" She screams, "he left because of you! Because no one can ever love you in fact they are so repulsed by you that they can't even be in the same country as you, you fat cow!" she screams at me like a person who does not have their wits about them, nevertheless, all her blows hit home and with every insult she throws at me, I feel a small part off me crumbling; she doesn't stop, " Take your parents for example, even they don't care about you and your ugly face. You think you were good enough to take Nick away from me you obese slut?" She shoves me against the wall and I grunt from the impact, "Well you weren't haha" she laughs an obnoxious, evil laugh that makes me want to punch her so hard all thirty two of her teeth will fall out, " because he still texts me every single day, but you? Oh he couldn't care less about your pathetic fat self you bitch!" It seems to me that my tongue has been tied and I cannot say anything in return to keep myself from feeling as insulted as I do.

" What did you think? That you could easily prance in and take my place in the play when I deserved it and that I would let you get away with it as easily too? Well guess what loser?" Even though she questions me, she gives me no time to answer, "I took the thing you thought you loved away from you in a giffy and you couldn't even see it but I made him see you for what you were," she pushes her perfectly manicured finger into my chest, and turns it so that her nail leaves a mark on my sin beneath the fabric of my shirt," a pathetic, lying , cunning, overweight whore," with every word she spoke she continued to twist her finger.

I could not believe all that she had said, everything about my size, my body, my problems. Who did she think she was? Psycho bitch!

How dare she interfere with my life, find out about my parental problems, my struggle with the excessive weight that I had finally lost over the past two years? What was this about? The fact that I had been chosen instead of her for the play or was there a deep grudge still below the surface even though she had taken Nick away from me?

The only strength I could muster was to tell her the most obvious thing.

"You disgust me you awful bitch."

The sneering snake continued, however, but this time in a seemingly friendly manner, her demeanour from a few minutes ago shifting completely,

"You think that the pounds you lost were enough? Sweetie they weren't." Her voice is sickly sweet and I almost throw up hearing it. " And these type of clothes aren't really for fat and ugly people like you."

How could this girl be so blunt and blatantly rude towards someone's body like this? But I'm taking a guess she knew about my eating struggles, maybe it had been wrong to trust Nick too because it seemed that she knew everything but wasn't going to let me know outright, instead she planned on making me struggle more.

Tears rim my eyes and I quickly wipe them away, making my way to the cafeteria in order to sit with my friends. Before they can realise that something is wrong I put on an extremely realistic fake smile and walked in like a bitch without a care, at least doing some justice to the outfit I had decided to wear.

By the by, I wanted to spend the day I considered to be my last with my best friends.