The Abused Runaway

Episode Three

Chapter Three

I walk into the school and I run into Lisa who’s standing by our lockers, dressed to impress as always, and talking to someone attractive, once again not a surprise. But as soon as she saw me she immediately ditched the attractive stranger and ran over to me.

“No running in the hallways!” One of the teachers snapped at Lisa.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright. Sorry miss!” Lisa yelled back while still running towards me.

“Sasha! It feels like I haven’t seen you in years! Why did you not text me back!?” She looks at me with a pouty expression, I can’t help but smile. “I’m sorry love, I was busy.” 

“You’re alwaaays busy! Find a different excuse for once! I missed you!” She still has that pouty expression on her face, only this time she added puppy eyes along with the pouting.

She wasn’t wrong, I do always tell her that I’m busy. But it’s usually not the whole truth. Usually I’m sitting at home waiting for the bruises that are harder to cover with make-up, to go away. Or waiting for this round of abuse to end.

“We just saw each other Friday Lisa” I try to hold back a giggle, but it escapes me anyways.

“Sasha come on, we need to hang out this weekend for real! We haven’t hung out outside of school in weeks! I miss my best friend.” 

“I know, I know. I miss you too. I’m really sorry. How about this weekend we do whatever you want, sound good?” 

“Yes! I can’t wait, I already have something planned. I’ll see you at lunch?” She actually jumped for joy and I rolled my eyes as I watched. I can’t believe her, but I love her to death. She means more to me than anything in this world.

“Yeah, yeah. Now hurry up and get to class before you’re late again.” This time it’s her who’s rolling her eyes. “Yes mom” she gives me a hug and heads off to her class and I do the same. When I walk into the classroom, I take my seat in the back of the room and the bell rings signaling that it’s time for class to start. The English teacher is getting her papers situated and ready for the day, when a young man walks into the classroom. I, like the other girls in the class, can’t help but watch as he walks to Mrs. Woods and starts talking to her. Our attention is shifted when Mrs. Woods introduces the new guy as Jake, a new student joining our school this year.

I pull myself together and look back to the book that’s in front of me while a lot of the other girls continue to stare. I mean, yeah he’s good looking and all, but he looks like trouble but I can’t help but think about how he saved me from Damien this morning. I unconsciously rub my arm where Damien grabbed, feeling the sting of the bruise. I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realise Jake is walking towards me until he’s right in front of me.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He gestures to the empty desk next to mine. 

“No, not at all. I don’t own the desks” I show him a small smile and look back down at my book, hearing a quiet, low giggle as I see him sit down at the desk from the corner of my eye.

As soon as I hear the bell ring I pack my stuff up and head out the door to my next class. I’m the quiet kid at school, it’s easier to hide my home life and not to mention I’m not a big fan of people. 

I keep to myself for the most part, I walk down the hall with my head down and just go to my next class, history with Mr. Wills. 

History went by like normal, uneventful, no new kids, just Mr. Wills lecturing and the class taking notes. I don’t mind this class though, in the middle of taking notes I usually do some sketches on my notes from that day in class.

I love art, it really relaxes me and I do it anytime I can. At school I usually just do some drawings in my sketchbook when I’m alone. No one really knows that I do anything artsy, I keep my artwork to myself. 

The rest of my classes go by semi normally, the new kid is in a few more of my classes but that’s about all that happened. On my way to meet Sasha for lunch I get shoulder checked by none other than the Queen b***h of our high school herself, Chelsea.

Of course she had to turn around and run her mouth. "Watch where you're going b***h!" She said as she took a step towards me. Now don't get me wrong, I may be shy but I will never back down when someone disrespects me, and I won’t back down from a fight. I just prefer to stay away from the drama. Most of the time.

“You want where you’re going b***h! You ran into me!” There were a lot of “ooh’s” and “daaamn’s” when I finished that last statement. And Chelsea looked a little shocked, I don’t think anyone in this high school has stood up to her before. It doesn’t look like anyone had based on her reaction, which I had to stop myself from laughing. But she made sure to put on her normal bitchy look as fast as she could.

“Who do you think you are? You can’t talk to me like that!” 

“Well I just did b***h. Deal with it”

“You f*****g b***h!” She somewhat quietly yelled, like she didn’t want to get a teachers attention, or she didn’t want them to hear her saying such things. Too late.

“What’s going on here?” The principle, Mr. Scott Johnson, came through the crowd of high schoolers. “I think the two of you need to come with me.”

“Mr. Johnson she was being so mean to me! She even ran into me on purpose!”

“Let’s go to my office so we can talk about it. Both of you.” He looked at me when he said the last part of that sentence.

You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me.