Shards of Glass

C h a p t e r 8

Chapter 8: Keeping Your Past In A Box

"She was a storm: sudden; powerful; violent; devastating; and utterly magnificent."

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"Camilla Carter. The girl who ran away."

I turn around towards the voice. "Cory. What are you doing here?"

"I fight here."

I roll my eyes. "Clearly. I know you're a little slow so I will repeat the question again. What are you doing here?"

He points at me. "You mean with you?" He says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes again.

"Because sweetheart," he walks towards me until he is right in front of me, pushing me against the wall. He lowers his head to my ear, whispering. "Erica and I aren't done with you."

I put my hands on his chest and shove him off of me.

"Little tip. Don't mess with me ever again. I'm not the weak 16 year old you would torment. I'm 17 and stronger than I have physically ever been." I threaten.

Cory stands up, raising an eyebrow. "Camilla Carter, strong? Now that's funny."

I push off the wall and walk towards him. "I've gone through more hell than what you have ever put me through."

"I doubt that sweetheart."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Camilla. I have known you since preschool. You have never been the person to stand up for yourself. You are my punching bag and a weak little bitch."

I take a step forward. "I'm standing here, defending myself, aren't I?"

"And that makes you incredibly stupid."

"And why is that Cory?"

Out of nowhere Cory lunges at me and punches me square in the face.

I look up at him.

He walks closer punching till I hit the ground.

He gets on his knees to continue punching.

I put my hands on his shoulder, throwing him off of me and kneeling next to him.

"I am not the same weak girl I was at Newport High. Remember that before you mess with me." I spit at him.

"Are you sure about that Carter?" He grabs my head and slams his against me causing me to fall to the floor.

I try to sit up but feel someone's hands pushing my shoulders down.

"Camilla, stay down."

I look up and see Keaton standing above me.