Chapter 6 Fists & Pencils
Chapter six
Fists & Pencils
Riley
After being gone for three months it’s only my second day back and I already regret it.
I should’ve just done online classes but no— my scholarship won’t allow it.
Asking the counselors to change my schedule was a dead end as well.
It’s like Jake purposely made sure I can’t do shit around here.
I’m stuck with him in damn near all of my classes.
His eyes taunting me every second of the day.
Then my so-called best friend Vikki has been making snide comments any time I pass her while hanging all over Jake.
Newsflash bitch. I don’t give a fuck if you’re with him! You can have him!
Let’s see how long it takes for him to start beating her!
Or maybe it's just a me thing. Was I not good enough for him? Nope we aren’t doing that.
I’m not the one with the problem. He is.
He’s an abusive, manipulative, narcissistic control freak!
I did everything he wanted me to do. I was a good girlfriend to him until Peyton and Asher gave me the attention I deserve—the love that I yearned for.
Buying me things and taking me to fancy restaurants is not love.
Making me obedient and into something I am not.
Is nowhere near what love is. It's abuse and that's the definition of Jake.
Walking into my last class of the day, I sit down at the desk, taking out my laptop and waiting for the professor to get here.
I was so pissed at Peyton last night for lying but it seems we are yet again keeping secrets and it really needs to stop.
How can we trust one another if all we keep doing is lying to each other.
I’m not innocent in all of this. I haven’t told them that I hate that I came back here and that I’m constantly scared, that I hate my body and don’t want them looking at me naked.
Ugh why does things have to be complicated.
I’m so deep in thought that I don’t realize the one person I’m terrified of is sitting next to me with his hand on my thigh, gripping it roughly as Vikki sits on my opposite side.
“Get your hand off of me,” I spit and he laughs.
“No, I don’t think I will,” he grins, applying more pressure as Vikki pokes her pencil into my side causing me to wince and bite my tongue.
“You listen here, Riley and you listen good. Tell your little incest boy he better back off,” he spits as she slams her pencil into my thigh, causing me to close my hands into fists and clench my jaw tightly.
I refuse to let them see me in pain. Fuck them.
I turn to Jake, look him dead in his eyes and spit in his face.
“Fuck you!” I growl, as he takes his fist and slams it down onto the top of my thigh so hard, I see stars.
Tears form in my eyes as Vikki continues to stab me with her pencil in my arm, ribs and thigh but I don’t let them fall.
Again fuck them. I keep my back straight and look ahead as the professor finally comes in.
They both get up and go to their seats a few rows in front of me.
Once they are gone I let out a shaky breath.
My body screams in pain but I keep a straight face and write down all the notes as the professor teaches.
Once class is finished, I grab my stuff and quickly leave the room without stopping until I’m in the parking lot.
I let the tears fall as I walk off campus towards our house.
I cry until I get a house away and I wipe my tears, hoping I don’t look upset.
I don’t want to alert the others just yet.
As much as I don’t want Asher to get in trouble for murder. I want the both of them dead and I wish I had enough balls to do it myself. Maybe if I channel the rage building inside me every fucking moment I’m in their presence. Maybe just maybe I can do it.
I guess when one is pushed enough, anything can happen.