Page 67 of Ruin

She takes a step closer to me and puts her finger under my necklace and plays with the dragon dangling off it.

“I knew he would wake up,” she starts, but I blur out her voice as the images in my head are much better than anything she is saying to me. Oh, how I wish she would shut up or I can throw her in front of oncoming traffic. Maybe even take the blade I like to cut myself with, and use it to slash her face, so her face can be as ugly as her words are. She pushes me hard, so I hit my back on the locker. “Are you even listening, you freak?” she shouts in my face, and I hear her friends behind her laughing.

“You know she can’t talk.”

“Leave the bitch, she looks like she’s going to cry.”

Now I have to stop myself from laughing, they think they could make me cry, are they stupid? God, I hate this place, just as bad as the last one. I don’t even know where I want to go after high school, because I don't think Robert is going to let me be free any time soon. I can leave the state, but he will follow me no matter where I go. He will always follow me.

No matter what happens he will always be there to make my life hell.

Rolling my eyes, I walk away from them and make my way to English class. The mood Declan is in, I have no idea how this is going to go, the only good thing about it is I get to draw.

Walking into class, I see Declan is already here, and he’s tapping on his phone, as Lileah and her friends are talking to him. Lileah looks up at me and smiles, then slaps Declan’s arm letting him know I’m here but he doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Trixie, take your seat.” Lileah gets up, and it takes me a moment to take a step forward, not able to stop looking at Declan. Not seeing him for two days, I’ve missed looking at his handsome face, his sexy lips curl at the corner at a message he’s received.

Finally, walking to sit next to him, I take in his aftershave, which is something I have missed, the spicy scent makes me happy, because it’s something I like, in my perfume.

Declan moves his chair slightly away from mine, and Lileah sits on the other side to him, and he leans in closer to her and shows her something on the phone. Taking out my pad, I draw, finishing the details to the piece I started a few days ago.

A girl in the middle of the sea, but under water, giving the energy she’s got nothing left to fight for.

The teacher walks in, and I lean down to get my A4 pad where I have been working on the comic book, and when I get up my drawing pad isn’t there, quickly turning to Declan as he looks at the image, then puts the pad in his bag. I’ve lost count on the amount of my pads taken from me now.

“Class today we are all working on the assignment.” That's all she says, and I open my pad ready to show him things I’ve been doing.

Before I can sign to him, Declan takes the pad, and looks through the ideas I have. I take in a deep breath, when he throws the pad back on the table, and leaves the classroom. Not saying anything to the teacher, he just leaves.

I would rather him be a dick to me than him not speaking to me.

I’m missing my bully being an asshole to me, and I’m missing his touch on my skin, and it’s only been two days.

My eyes move to my wrists, and remembering what lays behind all the bracelets. It was the only way I would remember even though I feel dead inside, the sight of the blood seeping out of me, tells me I’m alive.

Declan made me feel alive in a different way, he gave me what I craved. Pain.

EIGHTEEN

DECLAN

“You need to get bigger!”Big Man shouts at me. I asked him a few days ago if he would help me train. I think he thought about it for a millisecond before answering yes. I think it was more because he knew he could put me through some pain. And that’s what the man has done every day for a week, but I know it’s helped me. I can already see my body changing, getting bigger and stronger.

“Don’t you think I know that,” I bite back, which makes him laugh.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, get to the wall and punch it.” I drop my head and shake it. I hate this one, I mean my hands look rough, they’ve not even healed from the last time I punched the wall. “If you can punch a wall and not hurt your fist, then you can hurt any man you come in front of.” I hear the humor in his tone, and it’s crazy, but it makes me smile.

I stand in front of the wall, and start punching, it’s soft to get my knuckles used to the pain, because it fucking hurts. The other day Big Man got pissed off with me for not hitting it hard enough, he pushed me out of the way, slammed his fist into the wall, and fuck, it made the wall shake.

Now I know this place is old, it would probably crumble over us if a natural disaster happened, but still he made the brick wall shake. That’s what I want. So much power in my fist, it knocks people back so hard it makes them wonder where they are.

“So, you got a girl out there?” Big Man asks.

“No. I enjoy pussy too much to settle for one.” I punch the wall a few times, then turn to him. “How long were you with your wife?”

“High school, one kiss and I knew she was it. I wouldn’t let any boy, or man come close to her. She was mine once she finished college. I married her before she could realize she could do better than me.” He laughs talking about her, you look at him and you’d think he was this mean big man, but every strong man has a weakness. A woman.

No matter what, a woman always makes them weak.

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