The next day I went to school as normal, stayed out of peoples ways, and they stayed out of mine, there was no mention of yesterday's incident, and no one was looking at me strangely. So I took it as Aron, had made sure that it was not spoken of again.
I made it all the way to the end of the day and nothing had happened. I had gotten changed into my gym clothes, and was about to go when a hand covered my mouth, and I was dragged kicking and screaming into a class room, it was a music class room with a piano, and some tambourines hanging around. I looked around for the person who had dragged me in here, and found Logan stood next to the door. When I looked through the window in the door, I could see the side of David's head. I turned to look at Logan "what do you two want" he smiles softly and says
"he'll be here in a minute" I tried to ask more questions but he wouldn't answer so I gave up. Looking around the room I eyed the piano then walked over and sat at it, the top was locked, but since I was observant I knew where the keys were. I felt around under the seat, and found them then unlocked the top and just looked at the keys. I could feel Logan's eyes on me, but ignored him, lifting my hands to the keys, and gently started playing. As I played memories came back to me, of my grandma teaching me how, probably the last time I was truly happy was when I was playing piano, and singing with my gran before she died, she used to have a piano of her own, which was in our house, but I hadn't played it since I started fighting.
At first I was shaky, but as I got into it, I my fingers began to glide more and more confident over the keys. The small smile which graced my lips was wiped off when I saw Aron, Logan, and David sat on desks around the room, just listening to me. I clasped my hands in my lap and looked away, slightly embarrassed as a light blush spread up my cheeks.
"I'm sorry" I looked up to find Aron stood in front of me reaching out for my face again, stopping when I flinched away, I really couldn't stand it if he touched me, he dropped his hand to the side. He crouched in front of me and looked up to my face sighing, "Please talk to me" he said quietly, and I sighed nodding, knowing that there was no way to get out of this. He smiled slightly, then let out a breath and moved back. I released a breath that I had been holding since he crouched in front of me.
The room was silent for a while. As I sat there, I decided that I didn't want to be the scared little girl that they could see in front of them. So I took charge
"so I take it they know" I said nodding to Logan and David, who remained stoic, Aron nodded looking slightly sheepish. I huffed out a breath and made a mental note, never to tell Aron anything again. Still no one was talking, so I spoke again getting agitated "well you dragged me in hear, made me sit and wait for you, and I imagine it wasn't so that we could sit in silence." I folded my arms daring any of them to look at me, which they didn't. I sighed again, and decided that if they weren't going to speak, then I wasn't going to stay.
As I reached down to collect my bag and go, Logan spoke up "how did you get that bruise on your face?" he gestured to my nose, I brought my hand up to touch it. It didn't hurt much anymore, so I let my hand rest in my lap again
"I made a mistake, I was punished" I shrugged
"Who did it?" someone asked
I shrugged, and shuffled in my seat. I sat twiddling with my fingers when Aron spoke
"how's your wrist" he asked, looking at it curiously
"fine" I said softly, still not looking at him, but when no one spoke, I elaborated "it still aches from time to time, but it's been fine since I took my cast off" I shrugged. He nodded then after a second
"how did you do it" this made me look at him, I thought about telling the truth, but then I thought remembered the warning I had received once "tell anyone and I will fucking kill you," my dad's voice rang through me. Scratching my head I looked away as I said
"fell" he seemed to understand, and nodded
"on what?" he asked but I shook my head
"myself" I repeated. They went on questioning me about past injuries, and concussions for the next ten minutes getting roughly the same response, until Aron worked up the courage to ask me
"umm, you said your err, dad bargained for your virginity" he skittered over the question that I knew was coming, but I held out hope that he had forgotten about it. I didn't reply for a minute,
"I didn't mean to say that, I don't want to talk about it" I replied, not looking up I was gathering my inner courage. When I did look over to the boys, they were just staring at me, with pity in their eyes the thing I didn't want to happen,
"why didn't you go to the police" asked Logan
"and tell them what, that I'm very clumsy" I chuckled and shook my head, then looked at them each individually holding eye contact for a few seconds. "Now, do you have any other questions or can I go?" I say using a bored tone it's at this point that David choses to speak up
"why haven't you told anybody" making me freeze, I had thought about this a lot, especially after my Mom left, and things got worse for me, and I didn't have a good reason, but it was a reason none the less, I heaved a sigh, losing all the bravado that I had before,
"there's nothing to tell," I looked down into my lap not wanting to make eye contact with anybody David spoke again
"so why are you telling us" I stopped and looked up, a small smile kissed my lips,
"telling you what?" with that I collected my bag, and left. They didn't stop me, and I didn't slow down, not even when I heard them coming out of the school and getting in to their cars.
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Memoirs Of a survivor
Action"You're an animal, you're a dog, you will always be a dog, and there's nothing you can do to change that" "You will do as you're told" "Come here and clean this up" All comments that had been shouted at Scarlett Fletcher. Her school life is bad, a...
