I stagger in the room from Rebecca's shove, and the door is slamming behind me, the lockers click and I know she just locked me up.
I walk to the bed plopping on my back and letting the bed bounce me shortly as I stare at the ceiling.
My cheek is hurting slightly, in an invisible sting. I reach up to feel it numbly.
He had hit me so hard and I could feel his rage. I huff aloud, f**k Richard Grayson and his bitches.
I groan at myself while sitting up, I stroll to the shower where I trip out of my top, revealing my usual childhood scars, from the stab marks and that of the beating and cuttings I got.
My gaze moves up to my face, and I can see the angry red palm print of Richard's hit turning purple on my pale skin. The bruise on my eyebrow from the fight still remains and it's turn
