Chapter 241
CLAY’S POV
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My face heated up in embarrassment before looking at the tiled floor. He didn’t say another word as I heard the sound of his boots fade away, letting me know he wasn’t here anymore.
My head lifted up slightly just in time to see his silhouette leave the cafeteria doors, probably following Shelly. The thought saddened me but I refused to let it show. Inhaling a much needed breath, I straightened my posture and headed to the door. I could still feel a few lingering stares on my back as I headed for the exit doors.
My skirt was still soaked and clang to my skin uncomfortably. The food stuck on my face made me feel icky as I tried to wipe some off with my shirt. I was too focused on cleaning off the food to realize that Shelly’s friend Rebecca had stuck her foot out. The action had me stumbling before planting myself face first on the tiled floor. I let out an audible pained gasp when my face came in contact with the hard cold floor.
No one could have helped me. Not like they would, anyway. It was still lunchtime and the hallways were empty. It was just us two and the bin to the left, if you could count that.
I tried lifting myself up but a heeled cladded foot prevented me. Her pointy heels dug painfully into the small of my back as she added more pressure. I gritted my teeth in pain as I felt the stabbing feeling. My scalp burned when I felt hands grip my hair and pull it with force. I was forced to lift up my head as she held my hair in her hands.
With a grunt and a whimper I tried digging my nails on her hands, an effort to try and let her loosen her grip on my strands. But that effort became fertile as she tugged harder.
“You little bitch, do you think that, just because Asher helped you out this once, he changed and grew a soft spot for you? Think again slut.” She spat beside my left ear.
“I didn’t tell Asher to defend me, did I?” I gasped out. My stomach churned uncomfortably when I realized my mistake of answering her back.
“You have the nerve to answer me back?” She gritted out while tugging on my hair harder. I let out a pained scream, tears leaking out and wetting the already dirty floor. My crying seemed to give her satisfaction because she pulled harder without remorse.
Rebecca finally let go of me but not without slamming my face on the floor as she laughed. With a kick to the side, she left me and I lifted my head to look at her walk away. Her blonde hair that was set in a bob bounced with every step she took. Her legs were long and slim, and her high heels only added to that height. Her nonexistent hips were swaying until she disappeared down the hallway.
I got off the cold floor, face burning from it being slammed hard. I could feel the stinging pain on my cheek and my vision became blurry as I struggled to stay conscious. I took small steps to the bathroom. Every step I took made me let out a shaky gasp and a silent whimper. I opened the bathroom door with a slam not caring if there was someone there.
I walked to the sink and mirrors on the left side of the bathroom. They were dirty and foggy, barely letting me see anything, but the red and swollen look on my cheek was prominent. I touched it tenderly but winced when I touched a painful spot. My mouth set in a line as I opened the pipe and started washing off my face, being careful to not touch where it hurts.
I couldn’t have done any justice for my clothes though. I didn’t have any spare clothes anywhere. That thought made me let out a shaky laugh. I was mocking myself for being weak, for letting them take advantage of me.
I tried thinking back to when all of this started, it was just mostly Asher who started it when we were kids, but not physically hurting me. We went to the same elementary school and when mom informed me that I would be attending a boarding school far from there, I was rejoicing that I was leaving behind Asher, only to be disappointed when he attended the same boarding school.
It seemed that it became worse when he met up with Shelly, though, and I always wondered what I had done to deserve this kind of treatment.
The water was still running while I cleaned up the food. I was left with a wet shirt and an even wetter skirt. I sighed as I looked at my reflection. It would be useless to go to class looking like that. I turned off the faucet before giving myself a once over, coming to the conclusion that I’ll be skipping the rest of the day.
I got out of the bathroom limping my way to the front doors of the school. The bell must’ve rang when I was inside the bathroom because the hallways. 1/2
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were now empty, I walked out of the school with my head held high even though I felt anything but confident right now. Fake it till you make it.
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About thirty minutes later, I reached my dorm room. I got a few stares from prying people but no one came up to me to ask what had happened. No one cared.
My muscles hurt and I still smelled of food so I decided it would be best to take a warm shower. I dumped my bag on my bed and started undressing right there, thanking god that Sonia isn’t home and the door was locked. I entered the shower, soaking in the feeling of utter bliss when the warm water washed away the remaining of the food. My tensed muscles relaxed as I scrubbed away the grim, hoping I could scrub away the lingering feeling of Rebecca’s nails.
I got out of the shower reluctantly, walking in the room soaking wet, not caring in the moment and grabbed my towel from inside of the closet. I was wiping myself dry when I heard my phone give off a notification. I tightened the towel around me and walked towards my bag to retrieve it.
Looking at my phone I saw a text from Asher reminding me of our meet up at his house for the project. My eyebrows knitted in confusion. How did he get my number? I thought suspiciously. I answered him right away, afraid that he’d be mad if I took my time to.
I dropped it back on the bed and made my way back to the closet. I quickly got dressed, not caring about what I wore – which was sweats — and jumped on my awaiting bed.
It was still a little early, two more hours and classes would be over, so I decided to kill some time by watching a movie on my laptop.
I laughed at the ending of the comedy movie and looked at the small clock on the bedside table. It was now past five and my heart dropped in the pit of my stomach when I realized that it has already been two hours. Getting off the bed in a hurry, I put on my sneakers and headed right away to Asher’s penthouse.
When I arrived, I got really nervous to knock on the door. My feet rocked back and forth as I tried to have enough courage. With a silent curse, I gathered all I could and knocked. It came out soft and I doubt he heard it, but then I heard heavy footsteps getting closer to the door, making me regret even knocking.
The door opened slowly, revealing a freshly showered Asher. I could tell by his still wet hair that was slightly dripping on his shirt. His eyes roamed my face before turning dark with rage.
“Who did this to you?” He asked murderously.
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