Brutal journey

chapter 3

came back to home she felt exhausted, a seed of restlessness crawled inside her head and forced her to think depressing things.

anyway sleep being escape way from any problem, she find her self most comfortable position and goes in deep slumber.

A huge hall, ceiling full of bells, ringing, echoing, there was a momentous feminine sculpture, a hard frown on beautiful golden brown hue forehead was formed, presence of a thin layer of tears in most innocent eyes gave away how much she was hurting, her enchanting lips were open, not making any sound just grasping air in and out only reaching till the throat, struggling to take a real breathe, sweat was visible on her long slender neck originated from her head roots making it itching. her immobile hands are off limits to fulfill her now seems task, as a powerful hand is restricting both of her hands upside her delicate head.

A mascular body was to on top of her striking her with rapid forceful thrusts inside-out. stifled under a herculean body she could only see the deep blue iris with grey foggy pupils. long dirty blonde hairs, a deep warrior scar on his right side thick eyebrow. after what it felt like a long time he groaned almost screamed. he damped on her. still connected to him from south her tears fell down initiated from her eyes making their path to her ears eventually dissolving in her raven black hair.

dacota took a loud grasp, abruptly sit down on her bed that reckless action made her back slightly ached, she was actually sweating, her eyes was wet. she looked around confused

'is air conditioner disfunct?"

"Jake!! would you please show me torch from your phone? or better come and check if the whole neighbour is facing powercut or is it only our house?" mom yelled from hall.

may be she didn't even yell, it just so eerie silence. that a simple glass clashing on kitchen floor by my sister's hands, is making ear-piercing noise.

I came back inside my room waiting for electricity current to flow back to light up our house.

I searched for my phone heedlessly on my bed. finally got my fingers on it I checked time, it's 2 in the morning.

yesterday's uneventful things advanced stealthily in my cerebrum.

I saw Luca 'the bully' from my high school, it had been three years, Luca was my senior in highschool, square flawless face with trimmed beard.sharp jawline, gorgeous green eyes harnessed with full lashes and thick eyebrows, luscious pink lips. Colour something between brown and wheat. exactly pinpointed as he was three years ago the more he is beautiful from outside the worst he is from inside. he is no gentle man, a common mistakes which everyone makes around him assuming his looks equivalent to his character. talking from experience.

his and my enmity began from the day one

I last d my eyes on him.

Rumours about him were "you might be well advised to take your lumps. because if you defy him, there is no to little chance he will let you go."

I was fresherman , looking for my schedule and class room unfortunately or co-incidentally Lucas was called in administration office and asked to show me around the school. firstly he hesitated but ultimately he agreed "okay".

not exaggerating, I was fascinated by his fresh looks he smelled of mint and chocolate, I was wondering what perfume is he wearing?, not acknowledging what he was saying. I turned my face towards him realising he stopped speaking. a smirk was pasted on his handsome face oh wait, he has a mole on his neck, and just beneath it were bluish purple marks 'hmm hickey'. my mood was instantly sour. taking note he has a girlfriend. or maybe...

"listen! you know what nearly one student commit suicide every f*****g hour, being 1-2 year elder doesn't give you the right to harrass someone, nothing gives you any right to bully someone, stop being an asshole."

A white complexion girl with copper red hair, light brown eyes, lashes as big as my ass, pink pouty lips she must be 5.5 or 5.6 something, wrapped in an oversized sweatshirt paired with mom jeans pants complimented with Nike shoes.

'Is she trying to hide her figure or this is just her style? no judging though she is anyway looking pretty.'

"me on the other hand is like, God was making me picture perfect, but as soon as it comes time to give the finishing touches, the ink of his pen has run out, And when he forcibly flicked his pen, then, through my one cheeks, the other cheek adorned with freckles, covering my nose." if you give me a title it should be 'the ruined picture.'

wait she did she say bully?, so ragging is going on her?!. 'illegal mess' something flinched in me seeing the girl cry.

" hmm. Now you listen to me girl." he said, calmly though disgust apparent on his face. " you are an outcast not from one of us, poor, having STD an..." before he completed his sentence.

"hold on, you said she is STD hitted!" I fake gasped, the boy grinned."how do you know that." to hell with his looks. I look towards him amused, red head cheeks were still wet, before this senior boy could say something I continued." wait you slept with her or what? that is to say you are also influenced with

"Same STD" hm?." shock on his face, made it so hard to contain my laughter, but when I turned to the girl for high five 'fear, concern, apprehension was all there'

what exactly was the issue?. suddenly I became aware of my surroundings previously it was just three of us. red head, ridicule handsome and me. but now here was a whole new audience who was hooting in low sound. that to me denoted as some kind of warning. a chill ran down my spine I took a glance at ridicule handsome once more, his face face promptly imitated icy cold expressions.

and then he smiled. I couldn't penetrate anything in my mind. my face rotate in red head head direction. her eyes were wide, left hand on her mouth. unwittingly I squinted my eyes, out of the blue a hand came in front of me, which was holding a long hair cutted braid.