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Fleurie's point of view:

I suppose I tried pretty hard to fight back the first two or three times

the scumbag hit me. But I gradually realized that when you try to

physically defend yourself against a man who is bigger, rougher, and

stronger than you, you wind up inflicting more harm to yourself than to

him. Not only would I be damaged from the blows that scumbag

inflicted on me, but also from my own attempts to defend myself. I

eventually learnt how to crouch away in a safe manner. Retaliation was

no longer a possibility.

and I did this yesterday, the day before, and the year before that.

I cooked for him this morning, but I didn't get any food today as well.

There was pushing and shoving and throwing stuff at me at my

previous school, and there was one of the students that were squirted

squirting me with ketchup and had Skittles candy thrown at me in the

cafeteria.

I wish I had never lived a life where I fought with my body, leaving

behind persistent scars that will never go away.

Life is quite brutal. It throws messed-up stuff at you wherever you go.

I truly despise life.

I did not choose to be born on this planet.

I didn't want my mum to die.

I didn't beg for my brother to flee and abandon me.

I did not request that my scumbag of a father be screwed up in the

head.

I only hope I could find a refuge to spare me from all of this, but I know

there isn't one.

Walking to school is a miracle for me since when I woke up this

morning, I was sore and couldn't even walk properly due to my broken

physique.

The sight of school makes me worry if those girls would return or if the

other guy will start stalking me once more.

Walking to my locker silently with my hood up, taking out the books I

need, and walking to my first class, which is math, and properly that

guy will be there, because yesterday when he tried to talk to me, I felt

something pulling me to him, making me want to hug or pull him to a

kiss, which is strange because I've never felt that way before.

And I will never do what I feel compelled to do.

I was fourteen the last time I was with a guy. Brad was the name of my

lone acquaintance in Arizona. We used to discreetly visit one another;

he simply made me giggle, even if it was over the dumbest thing ever.

But he abandoned me and is now gone. He was murdered in front of

my eyes by the scumbag's hands, who stabbed him multiple times till

he bled to death. I begged him to stop, but he was ruthlessly taking me

by my hair to the backyard, digging Brad's grave, and throwing him

into that enormous hole in front of me.

Brad was an orphan, it is probably why no one asked about him or

searched for him.

I stopped everything that day, my voice, my tears from falling in front

of him, and I've never made friends with a guy or a girl since.

Graysen entered the class and sat near me; he attempted to have me

talk to him, but I ignored him the entire time, not wanting anything to

happen to him like Brad.

The entire day was spent avoiding him, and the girls from earlier did

not try to intervene, believing that I could finally be at peace in school.

I walked to my house, which I will never be able to call home.

I took off my worn-out converse, thinking he wouldn't call or say

anything to me, but his voice reverberated throughout the home.

"Some of my friends are coming to supper here, so I want to cook you

dinner and not attempt to do something foolish," she says. He stated

this while forcefully grabbing my chin, and I know it will leave marks.

I go upstairs to my "bedroom," which has simple white walls and a little,

cornered bed.

I changed out of my school attire and put on some more comfy ones.

I went downstairs to cook his customary meal, but I quadrupled the

quantity and didn't put as much care into the dishes.

I set the dishes on the table and, as much as I want to go, I know I can't,

so I'll be standing at the far end of the table, waiting for him to dismiss

me.

Laughter rang out throughout the house, a door slammed shut, and

footsteps approached. Here comes the scumbag and his pals, sitting on

those chairs, without even looking at me, and that was exactly what I

wanted. I've never desired attention in my life.

But it appears that I shall never obtain my wish.

"Come here right now, you bitch.” He summoned me as usual, and I

obeyed as usual.