Page 2 of Unspoken Truths

His foot sweeps mine out from under me, kicking my back when my knees hit the ground so that I fall forward. He somehow manages to drop my hair at the same time, and then I’m drowning in ice cold mud.

I can’t breathe, it’s up my nose, and in my mouth!

His boot is against my neck, pushing me further into the soft mud while I scream. I want to puke, but I’ll probably die if I do that. Shutting my mouth feels difficult with all of the disgusting, sludge like shit inside of it, but I do it in spite of it all. My fingers claw at the earth, my body bucks and fights to get air, yet I can’t move an inch.

It also doesn’t help me escape from his honey wrapped venomous words in my ear, either.

“I need you to remember this feeling, little girl,” he rasps. His voice sounds like barbs of wire, deep and throaty as he speaks softly and slowly in my ear. It’s as if he has all the time in the world, while I’m thrashing on the ground. “You are nothing, less than, and your looks are all you have going for you. When my fingers snap, you’ll ask how high you need to jump, or how wide your mouth needs to open for my cock. Rachelle… the name reminds me of someone who should be living in a trailer park, not sullying our halls. You exist for my pleasure only. Remember that.”

It takes me a moment to realize that his heavy boot is off my neck, and then my face rises, my mouth opens, and I spit and retch. My stomach hurts, my body purging both food and mud that I somehow swallowed down when I inhaled the muck I was shoved in.

The boy looks pristine off to the side of me, his lips curled in disgust as I shudder and gasp, tears streaming down my face. His dark hair flops casually over his forehead, his cruel brown eyes belying how angelic he appears. There’s nothing sweet or pleasant inside of this hard, jaded human.

I feel humiliated, disgusted, and angry with a side of hopelessness.

Finding some saliva in my mouth, I spit at him, the glob hitting his shoe. I refuse to let him have the last word, even if I can’t speak at the moment. I’m too busy trying to breathe, reminding my body that I’m not still shoved in the mud.

It’s cold down here, and I’m shivering as I try to process why the fuck so many people hate me. The girls must have been some type of ruse. I don’t think I'll ever trust anyone again.

“Still so much fight,” he croons, his fingers roughly grabbing my hair before he’s shoving my face down on his shoe. I can smell the leather of it, the dirt underneath the treads, and how fucking expensive they must be. “Kiss my boot and I’ll consider not making you eat the disgusting thing you spit at me. This could get so much worse if you continue to throw my kindness in my face.”

“What kindness?” I scream, my lips still smushed against his boot toe. My teeth scrape across the leather as I speak, my hands trying to push myself away from him. His shoes are huge, nothing about him feels as if it should exist in a preparatory school.

“The one where I don’t make things even worse for you,” he growls, his boot pushing me away as it finds purchase on my shoulder. I know I’ll have a bruise there, one of the only ones because he’s been very careful not to leave any. His gaze stays on my shoulder for a minute to where I roll, now splayed on the ground.

Stalking forward, he rips away a clean piece of my skirt, cleaning his boot. He even spits on it so it’ll shine before shoving it into my mouth as I claw down his arms. I have no issues leaving marks. My mother didn’t have the best boyfriends when she first began dating, and I have been fighting for a long damn time.

I’m not about to stop now.It doesn’t matter that I’m now in a new city, living in a fancy new house. It’s all still the same in so many ways, except Mom’s shit boyfriends aren’t sneaking into my room. No, the only thing I have going for me is that Emil Reyes is actually nice, and completely in love with my mother.

I still don’t trust that this will last. Mom doesn’t have the best track record, even if she does love me. I’m fully aware that I’m the only one who can protect myself.

“Fuck, what’s going on here, Jared?” a smooth voice that I know says. “Is that my new step-sister that you’re torturing?”

Ignacio Reyes isn’t as nice as his father, though he pretends in front of everyone. It figures that he would be the one to find me like this.

“I don’t even know what her name is,” Jared lies, his lips twisting with mirth as he lets me go and moves away.

It appears as if he simply wants to get away from me, but his pants are tented with his erection, something he fixes by twitching his school jacket into place. Methodically, Jared ensures there’s no evidence of our scuffle, while I look absolutely fucking wrecked.

Gagging, I pull the material out of my mouth, allowing it to flutter to the ground. I just want to get the fuck out of here.

“Mmhmm,” Ignacio grunts, his gaze annoyed as he looks at me. His hair is a little longer than his father’s and he is missing the facial hair due to school regulations, otherwise it would be like looking in a mirror. “Rachelle, don’t shame your new family by returning to school like that. Just because you’re trailer trash doesn’t mean you have to act like it.”

Seeing my bag, he lifts it as I struggle to get up. I don’t want to be laying down while either of them are around. Two other guys stroll over, sneering as they gaze at me.

“Are you done playing with the new girl?” someone asks.

“For now,” Jared says, snorting as Ignacio opens my backpack and empties it into the mud at my feet. “Meet Nacio’s new step-sister. I’m sure you’ll see her around. Kind of makes me wish we were juniors so we won’t have to smell her.”

“You’re such a dick,” one of the guys says with a dark chuckle. “Lunch is just about over… Fuck, is that vomit?”

“I think she may have some kind of eating disorder,” Jared says casually, making me snarl at him. Ignacio snaps his fingers in front of my face in warning to keep my mouth shut, which surprises me more than anything.

I’m not a dog. What the fuck?

“Don’t wreck my car,” Ignacio growls, giving me his keys. I think this shocks me more than anything. While we rode together today, he told me not to get used to it.

The school doesn’t have a bus system because it’s a private educational institution and everyone is rich as fuck, except for me. I’m just a byproduct of a swanky new marriage. Going home sounds really good right now, I don’t even care about the papers on the ground. I already put all of my other things in my locker.

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