Overwhelming Pain

Chapter 4

F*ck. Trinette hisses in pain as she felt her cheeks stinging due to the slap that Hillary did. She's catching her breath while making minimum sounds, because if she makes too much sounds while doing so— they will just put pity on her. She can already feel a wound on her knees as she was kneeling for more than two minutes now while both of her arms were held by two other girls with Hillary— Trisha and Jane. Minions, tsk.

Hillary landed a punch on Tri's face. "Ah—!" Trinette's scream got cut off when Jane shoved a what seems to be a dirty handkerchief covered with dirt. "Shut up!" she demanded. Trinette immediately felt nauseous due to the dirty handkerchief in her mouth. But she can't do anything. Well, she can do something— it's just that Its worthless. I'm tired... I don't want to fight.

Tears are starting to form in her eyes. Hillary crouched down infront of her then stares at Trinette. She looked at the girl that is now lighting her cigarette. "Y'know," she puts the cigarette in her mouth as she inhales deeply then puffs the smoke right in Tri's face. She immediately looks away.

"I really hate how you have the audacity to act close with our best friend." Tri furrowed her eyebrows at Hillary's words. Bestfriend?

"And with that, I mean our Freya." Bullsh*t. Tri's jaw clenched. Anger starts raging in her. Who would've thought that that girl would cause her trouble just because she simply accompanied her.

Tri let out a loud muffled scream as Hillary pressed the hot tip of the cigarette on Tri's pale white skin.

"You're trying to get back at us from all of the beatings we gave you?" Hillary tilted her head as she watched Tri looked at her in pain due to the cigarette. "Hm?" the corner of her lips lifted then she throws the cigarette on the ground. Tri then released a relieving sigh. "You're acting bold now?" she asked along with a strong smack on Tri's head. Once again, she shuts her eyes as she endured the pain.

"Spit it out." Hillary said as she stood up then casually kicks Tri's cheek, making her look on the side as she spit out the dirty cloth. As soon as she spit out the cloth, both Trisha and Jane let her go.

Her eyes balled as she stares at the dirty cloth on the ground having a somewhat brownish sticky liquid on it. Jane giggled. "Woops," Trisha gets what she's giggling at, making her giggle as well. "Took me a lot of courage on picking that cloth with poop a while ago." Jane continued.

"What?! Oh my god, Jane! You're so gross!" Trisha commented as she playfully slaps Jane's arm while laughing. Hillary laughed as well.

By hearing those, Trinette felt the nauseous once again but this time— its worse. She puts her hand on her mouth to stop it but she just can't. She didn't think twice and throws up directly on the ground where she was kneeling as her palm is on the ground, supporting her weight.

The three looked at her in disgust. "God. Can this b***h be more gross than she already is?" Jane commented as she rolled her eyes. Tri wiped the vomit off of her lips.

"Hey." Before Tri could look at Hillary as she called her, she steps her shoe on Tri's cheek pushing her other cheek on the ground right at her vomit. "Now answer my question, dipsh*t." Hillary demanded.

"How's the texture of your own vomit, Trinette?" Trisha giggled.

"Ah—" Hillary adds more force on her foot that is on Tri's cheek.

"I-It wasn't my intention... please," she pleaded, tears starts to stream down from her eyes. "I was just got dragged by her... I never liked her," she continued. "I don't consider her as my friend just please..." She gulped her own saliva. "Leave me alone." She finishes off.

"Pfft," Hillary lifts her foot from Tri's cheek. Slowly, Tri moves away from her own vomit as some of it is dripping from her cheek. "Next time." Tri looked at her. "Know your place, stupid." For the last time, Hillary kicked her cheek again. Making the two other girls laughed as Hillary walked away then they followed her.

"Bye~" waving her hand, Jane bid her sarcastic goodbye as Trisha waved her hand with a sarcastic pout.

Trinette watched them walk away from her. Her eyes can't stop her tears. She just sits on the ground as her eyes landed on her dirty skirt. She's expecting for her to look like a mess at this point. Her blouse and skirt are dirty, her hands are stinging in pain, the sore wound on her knees is making her upper lips twitch in pain. The painful sunrays are touching her skin and the unbearable disgusting smell and texture of her own vomit on her cheek is making her nauseous again.

She looks around and spots her backpack a meter away from her. Slowly, she crawls towards it, sobbing while doing so. She weakly reached out from her bag, clenching on it as she pulled it in her direction. Trinette hugs her backpack tight momentarily before opening the zipper of it. Disappointed as she spots the dozen of eggs she kept in her bag squashed. She heaves a deep sigh as she slowly takes out her things then pours the egg shells and yolks out from her bag on the ground.

F*ck. "What a waste." She mumbled. She shifted her gaze at her things covered in egg yolks. A thought went in her mind then she immediately rummaged her things and her eyes spotted the jar covered in egg yolk. She sighed in relief as she gently wipes the yolk off of it with her bare hands. Atleast it didn't break.

"Hey, kid!" a voice called out her attention. Surprised, Trinette immediately looked back and saw the old janitor around his 60's looking at her with a worried expression. "Oh—" Trinette stood up in haste and pulled down the long sleeve of her right arm to cover the burn.

"G-Good morning, Berto." She greeted as she lowers her head a bit.

"Good morning," he greeted as he walks towards her, catching a glimpse of the vomit on her cheek. "Seems like its not a good morning to you." He slides his hand in his own pocket and grab his handkerchief before handing it out to her. "What happened?" he asked.

The question makes her recall what just happened a while ago, making her want to slap herself. She plastered a small smile on her face then takes the handkerchief from the janitor, Berto.

She wipes the handkerchief on the vomit on her cheek. "Bullies," she answered, "Y'know how it is." She continued, still wiping her cheek.

"T*ngina talaga ng mga bata na 'yon. (Those kids are f*cking cunts.)" The Filipino janitor commented, making her chuckle as she genuinely enjoys how the janitor talk in his language.

"Look at you, geez," the old man puts his cleaning tools down as he grabs another clean towel from his pocket then holds her other hand, cleaning off the dirt on her palm. He sighed as he looked at girl. "If I wasn't unfortunate in life, I would've adopted you, Trinette." Berto said.

Trinette looked at the man, fighting her urge to burst in tears. She just smiled at him.

"Its fine," she sniffles again. "Some people are better off alone." Berto tilted his head at the girl's comment.

She maintained her small smile. "Like me." Then her eyes landed on the dead cigarette on the ground.