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Days go by, weeks go by. I don't feel anything. I don't care for anything.
I'm just empty.
Was telling Arlo and Nellie a good thing, yes, probably, they've been nothing but loving and caring for me. But it's consuming my mind. What if they tell someone? What if someone finds out? What if something bad happens?
And Baxter, Baxter won't leave me alone.
I don't understand, why it always happens to me.
What did i do so bad that made me deserve this?
Baxter pushes me up against the lockers again.
The halls are empty, school is over. I stayed late to study and read. To get a break.
Fucking idiot.
"What, you not gonna say anything again?" Bax spits, "Fucking pussy."
I stare at him blankly. I can't do this anymore. I'm so tired.
I'm so fucking exhausted.
Bax punches my across the face and i gasp. What the fuck.
He's never hit me before.
I wipe the blood leaking from my mouth.
The pain feels good. It's the first thing i've felt in weeks.
"You're so fucking weird," Baxter laughs.
I hear a door close before quick footsteps.
Bax punches me again, making my jaw buckle.
"What the fuck!" Nellie shrieks, pushing Bax off me.
Oh fuck.
Nellie stands infront of me, looking at Bax with such anger in her eyes.
Oh god. She knows, she knows now.
I'm such a fucking looser.
"Bax, what the fuck." She nearly screams glaring at him.
He smiles, "You're actually defending him?"
"You are sick," She grits, "Get out of here!"
Bax looks between us both. I stand here, silent.
"Baxter," Nellie's voice drops an octave, "Get the fuck out of here." She points down the halls.
I've never had someone defend me like this before.
Bax looks like he's about to shit his pants as he walks off, scared of Nellie.
She takes a deep breathe before turning around to me and slowly wiping the blood from my nose.
Her face is soft again now, her eyes tender and gentle, her lips turned down ways and her brows brown tight.
"Come on," She whispers softly and grabs my hand leading me to her locker.
