Page 68 of Nightmare

For two weeks I’ve wanted to wave around a giant flag that says:I dumped that rapist!But I haven’t said a word. I know it won’t do any good, seeing as he’s the star of our football team, the school, and his father is a member of the board.

Not worth the hassle, the heartache, or the onset of shit I’ll get from his crowd of fans here at school. He knows that. He knows no one will believe me.

He expected me to continue to date him, that’s why he got butthurt and decided to figuratively burn me at the stake for all of our high school to see. I actually laughed at him when he called me the next morning, asking to get breakfast. Not just a little laugh, a deep belly laugh that had me buckled over with tears running down my face.

I guess he underestimated how much I truly gave a shit about whatever‘status’he gave me at school. No skin off my ass if the girls stop following me around or if I don’t get invited to the best parties.

That’s not why I was dating him.

I thought he loved me, I guess that’s what’s so hard to wrap my head around, how someone you love could ever put their grimy hands on you in a negative way.

But I am sick of these bitches at school and their little comments.

Like they don’t spread their legs for every dude with some sort of status in our school.Puh-lease.Most of them have probably even slept with Brody, for fucks sake.

I spin around on the ball of my foot, perking my perfectly manicured eyebrow up at the giggling bimbos leaning against the lockers. I take a step towards them with a grin on my face watching their faces fall.

I guess they weren’t expectingthisslut to say something back.

“Excuse me?” I give them a little more tooth in my smile as I get closer and closer to them.

Melanie, the ass kiss extraordinaire who isn’tmy fucking friend after all –shocker– steps towards me and cocks her jaw out in a taunting smile.

“I said, you’re a slut.” The girls circled around her give me shit-eating grins of their own, some of them giggling as their bimbo leader stands there with her arms crossed, trying to show me some sort of dominance.

I bark a laugh at her, tossing my gym bag onto the floor next to me, then grab onto the crown of her head and throw her back into the lockers.

All the girls around her start to scream as she goes down like a bag of bricks to the floor, then looks up at me through squinted, tear filled eyes.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” She stands on wobbly legs, brushing down the front of her Lily Pulitzer dress. I just stand there staring at her with a big ass smile on my face.

I shove her back into the lockers by her shoulders, putting my nose an inch from hers, “I’m done with this. Take it as a warning,Mel.Next time you fuck with me I won’t hesitate to beat your fake ass into the dirt where you belong.”

I turn back around to pick up my bag, throw it back over my shoulder and head down the hallway again.

Then, Melanie yells at my back, “SLUT!”

My blood heats to a boil as I laugh a humorless laugh before I turn around to face her again, tossing my bag back down on the floor.

I charge her, “You wait until I turn around to say something to my back, bitch? How fuckingbraveof you.”

Her eyes go wide as the moon as she watches me run towards her, then my fist connects with her jaw. She flies back into the lockers and her friends start screaming bloody-fucking-murder as I land punch after punch to her face.

Time stands still, rage consumes me, my vision going spotty. Everything I’ve been holding in bubbles up out of me, so I use my fists to take it out on her face, blood from her nose coating my knuckles.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist before I’m yanked back. Melanie falls to the ground sobbing as her pack of bimbos circle her, still screaming bloody-fucking-murder.

“If I let go, are you going to attack her again, Liv?”

Nausea floods my system because I know that voice.

I rip his arms off of me, turn around then spit directly in his face, my words like acid coating my tongue, “Don’t fucking touch me ever again, you piece of shit.”

Brody’s face goes red, and he looks up at me through his dark eyelashes before wiping the wad of saliva off his face.

“You fucking bitch. You’ll pay for that.” He snarls at me.

I give him my Oscar-worthy smile, dragging my long black fingernails through my hair, “I’ve already paid enough.”

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