Red Leaves Falling

Chapter Six

I cowered back in fear. At close up, I noticed that the first boy had a lip ring. He flexed his arms as he moved closer to me and his lips pulled into a smirk. His friends behind grinned.

I swallowed the bile that had risen up but kept quiet. Lance didn't hurt me much when I kept my mouth shut. Just a few punches and that would be all. I hoped that this boy would be just like Lance, I couldn't deal with someone much more cruel than him.

I shut my eyes and prepared myself for a body massage. The boy's fist came in contact with my abdomen. I doubled over in pain. He thrashed his elbow against my back repeatedly and I bit my tongue from the pain, drawing blood.

I could feel the stitches I had gotten on my back only a couple of days ago threaten to open. Once his hands left my figure, I hoisted myself up with great difficulty.

A hand tugged me by the collar and slammed me against a locker. The boy gestured to his friends and they smirked devilishly.

My eyes widened in surprise and horror as they slammed the nearby locker open and threw the contents on the floor. The boy hoisted me up and flung me inside the locker and shut the door. I was met by black darkness. I heard the sound of their footsteps retreating.

I sighed. I had been expecting something like this. People never could leave me alone. I inhaled sharply and slammed my fist against the door. It didn't budge but a rattling sound was heard.

Assholes. They had placed something in front of the locker to ensure that I wouldn't be able to get out. My fist collided with the door again and again. Finally realizing that luck was not on my side, I leaned my head back against the metal and squeezed my eyes shut.

I had been shut inside lockers before. Countless times, in fact. The only problem now was that I couldn't make excuses in front of mum and dad because Jacob went to the same school. I could stay inside a locker without passing out for a day. But any longer than that and I would be a dead body.

I couldn't even call anyone for help, considering the fact that the only contacts I had were mum, dad, Jacob and my next door neighbor's.

The pain on my back was severe. I felt for the buttons of my shirt and slowly undid the top two buttons. I reached my hand and traced the stitches. Fresh, raw blood soaked my fingers, warming them. At this state I knew I wouldn't last even two hours inside the suffocating atmosphere. More blood seeped out and I pulled out my white handkerchief and pressed it against the wound tightly.