WHISPERS OF THE PAST

CHAPTER FIVE; THE SCAR PART 2.

LENA'S POV;

I go straight into the kitchen, set everything down and start preparing dinner. As the food simmers, I take the rest of the goods—my new clothes—into the room. Isabell is not back yet. Her car is also not parked outside. I hurriedly prepare the food and within a few minutes, dinner is ready.

As if on cue, Isabell enters the house just as I'm setting the dining table. She goes up to her room, probably to take a bath as she reeks of alcohol—this is not new to me. She's a drinker but it's a miracle that she hardly ever gets drunk. Moments later, my stepmother’s car pulls into the driveway.

I serve dinner and we all eat—silently of course. When we finish, I wash the dishes and lock up the house for the night.

I finish up my assignment, study a little and then get to bed. I have longed for it all day.

What a crazy day. The memories of the alley come back to me and goosebumps fill my skin. Why is the universe treating me this way?

I think about Shawn and the mysterious guy. I really would be dead if not for those two. I know Shawn now but I don't know him—the mysterious guy—the one who truly saved me from the accident and the devastating experience from the alley.

My eyelids slowly get heavy and I drift off to sleep.

In the morning, my routine is basically the same. I prepare breakfast, wash the dishes and get late to school—again. As I reach the hallway; I exhale loudly. I really wish the ground would open up and swallow me, then spit me out at the end of school day. I can't stand these di#kheads.

What if Amanda decides to finish what she started yesterday?

I sigh deeply again.

I walk in and immediately shift my gaze to the tiles on the floor, counting them for the umpteenth time. I feel their glares, dreadful stares and I hear their insults loud and clear. I'm not a stranger to them at all.

**Honestly, you all need to come up with something new.**

Feeling the need to relieve myself, I take the turn leading to the restroom. Then I see them…

Christian's basketball teammates. They are more of a cult than a team.

I decide to put nature's call on hold. I turn around to head back to class—

I gasp.

I'm surrounded.

My body trembles but I try my best to hold my grip.

**What now?** I swallow hard.

“So, Christian wasn't enough for you, huh?” I turn around to meet Blake. The captain of the school's basketball team. He is a tall, huge arrogant jock. He approaches me, a slow smirk spreading on his face. He is way bigger than Christian, more muscular.

**For God's sake.**

My legs feel wobbly but I don't shift my gaze away from him. Inches in front of me, my stomach twists. My chest heaves heavily.

“Why don't you give me a chance to satisfy you? I have always wondered what a redhead would feel like.” His voice is low, “And yet you gave it to this bastard, Andrew.” He turns his gaze to the corner, I follow his gaze and I see Andrew.

He looks beaten, his face is swollen and his round eyeglasses are broken. He just sits there—slumped against the lockers—weeping slowly.

**Oh God, he is innocent for Christ's sake.”

I open my mouth to speak when my gaze meets Christian's. He just stands at the back, watching. He catches my gaze and avoids eye contact. Tears sting the back of my eyes, I clench my Jaws, sniffing back the tears. Blake catches me staring at Christian and chuckles.

“He won't save you this time, love.”

I step backwards. My body is still trembling. My vision blurs as the tears fight their way out.

They wouldn't be so stupid to try anything here in school.

But…today is Wednesday.

Staff meetings take place every Wednesday—teaching and non-teaching staff alike.

Blake steps closer, closing the gap.

Students begin to crowd the hallway.

I allow the tears to stream; “Blake please, I did no su—”

“I watch out for my own, love. Believe me, it's nothing personal.” His voice drops, low and gentle. “You hurt my co-captain's feelings and pride as a man, I just want to return the favour.”

“Danny. Bryce. Take her to the locker room.” Blake commands, his tone deepens and his eyes darkens. He turns, heading to the locker room—presumably.

“Blake, please.” The tears are now pouring, my breath hitches and my chest heaves.

Danny steps forward towards me, his hands reaching my shoulders—

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” A calm, confident voice cuts through the air.

Everybody pauses—including Blake. He snaps his neck towards the direction of the voice, we all did.

He is leaning on a door post.

I recognise the voice even before I see his face.

Irritation fills Blake's face. He steps towards the owner of the voice.

“Who the fu#k are you? Some kind of Batman?”

**Shawn**

He chuckles, “who, me?” He tilts his head, as if considering the question, “Definitely not Batman. More like—”

“Who's this pus#y? What do you think you can do? Blake cuts him off, sneering.

Shawn steps away from the door, and walks towards Blake. He clenches his jaw before releasing into a grin. He lets out a sigh as he is inches away from Blake.

“I will do nothing, dear Blake. You haven't provoked me yet. But him, he will break you like twigs when he gets here.” His voice is smooth—as usual.

“Are you alright, Lena?”

I shudder as Shawn calls my name.

I nod sideways frantically.

The hallway doors open and suddenly the air thickens. All our heads snap towards the direction of the sound.

“Ah, he's here. Better pray. Even God can't save you now, you have hurt what is his.” Shawn smirks at Blake.

His face becomes visible.

I gasp.