I told my best friend at school.
Her: You gonna tell someone hon.
Well, thanks a lot. I thought she would understand of all people. Her parents were…never mind. I just thought I could trust her with this. But it wasn’t necessarily telling now that I spoke up to someone. My first strategy was way better. Until later. They, as known as three people didn’t watch today. Everyone could sense Marcus was in a bad mood. For example, once he was near me…it was pretty ovbious. He started by pinning my arms behind me on the wall.
Me: Let go!
I was in a fighting mood today. Angry because of my friend and plus it was Marcus there. He was surprised at me and pulled my arms back harder. A bruise fired up like an old war scar. I winced as it continued to be rubbed. He smiled and then words. I hate him.
Him: If you told I’m going to you know what.
Me: I didn’t so if you don’t get off I’m going to kick you.
He ignored that, whispering the words I hate in my ear and trapping my body under his.