"Come here you whore." Evelyn says sitting by the dinner table.

"I'm going to be late for school. Unlike you, I'd love to have a future."

"Marceline Tracee Cooper, that is not how you speak to your mother." She tisks.

"Evelyn I dont have time for this. It's too early in the goddamn morning."

"You should be grateful that I'm the one having this talk with you and not Elliot." She drawls .

"I'm so fucking grateful, I can't stop smiling."

"Marceline where did you get the money to buy all that food in the fridge?" She asks.

"Look, just be happy that I'm doing your job as a mother for you and stop asking questions please. Thank you Evelyn."

I begin to walk out but a voice tenses my entire body and suddenly I have the urge to puke.

"Is that how we speak to adults?" He asks.

I turn around slowly. His light stubble is the first thing I notice. The brown hairs on his head are a little messy and he's in just boxers and socks.

This man disgusts me.

"Answer me!" He yells and I jump in fright. My lips however remain glued to each other.

"Apologise. " he says.

"For what?" I ask.

"For your rudeness. Apologise!" He yells again.

"No."

He chuckles. Evelyn's mouth twists to a smirk.

Before I can comprehend what is going on, a hard punch collides with my body. Its followed by slap and another.

I grab my backpack tight and bolt out of the crappy house as fast as I possibly can. Escaping his harsh blows.

Well that is not how I was planning to start my morning.

Sharp pain jolts through my skin where he punched me.

I dont stop running.

Somehow, my brain believes that I can run far enough from it all.

Ten years.

It's been going on for ten whole years. I've been molested from a young age. At only eight,  I was raped and it happened everyday since then.

I can only imagine it getting worse.

I don't have other excuses. Nothing, Courtney moved early this morning leaving me with no excuse not to be home.

My mother watched him hit me and she did absolutely nothing about it.

It angers me that is man can do this to me. It upsets me that there is no one willing to help me. It enrages me that there's nothing that I can do to help myself.

The school doors come to view and suddenly I feel somewhat safe.

In the confinement of my Algebra class, I stare at the empty chair in front of me.

Missing the way Courtney would turn to check if I was alright every few minutes.

I dont know when it happened but apparently the bell rang and we're changing classes.

I'm so stuck in my mind that I do everything basically robotic.

I find myself walking into my Physics class and plopping on the seat next to the window.

Our teacher, Mr Kleinschmidt is extremely gassy, the least I can do for myself is to sit were I can easily ventilate.

Theres alot of commotion in the room and more and more students pile into the class.

Suddenly the class gets pin drop silent , a single voice is what stands out.

Reece Blackwell-King is seated on the desk infront of me, next to William Brent who happens to be one of the smartest students this school has ever seen. After me of course.

Michelle's blue eyes are boring wholes into William's skull.

The dots piece together. Michelle and Reece had a stupid fling from middle school till sophomore year, but word has it that she still likes him.

What? Courts used to spill me tea all the time.

"What are you waiting for peasant get off the damn chair!" She says .

William sighs and stands up awkwardly.  He waddles over to sit next to me. He is although hesitant in doing that, he seems afraid.

"Reece baby, now we're lab partners.  Cute right?" She slurs. Only earning a hum from the guy that barely turned to his side while the altercation was happening.

She turns around and finds me staring directly into her eyes. And then she finds William , a smirk plays on her expression.

She stands up.

"Kneel down you peasant!" She says.

Okay what the fuck is going on with people today? Can't this just be a normal day?

"I said kneel!" She says.

Now what in the hell is she gaining from William kneeling.

"William dont do that." I find myself saying.

The entire class turns to me. Reece also side glances before quickly turning away. Hi-bye.

"Stay out of this you freak. I said kneel!" Michelle instructs .

"William dont." I push.

The poor guy looks so afraid right now, he seems as though he wants to tear himself in half and have one piece kneel and the other sit.

"Stop doing that! I am the queen of this school. I have the say in here, I could ruin your li-"

"Bitch, ain't nobody got time for that." I turn to face her now.

"What?"

"I said sit your ass down Michael, nobody gives a shit." I spit.

She stares at me in shock. Then stomps her long heel before sitting down next to Reece.

What in the Mean Girls is this shit?

"You really arent going to do anything about that?" She asks the poor guy.

Bitch I'll mess him the fuck up,  let him try me.

"Thank you." William says from next to me.

"You're welcome son." I tell him. Turning straight to my books.

"Oh, and my name is Brent William." He says extending his hand.

Oh? So I got it wrong. Well then that's got to be a little embarrassing.

I nod at him.

Avoiding to touch his skin at all costs. Male contact makes my skin crawl.

Mr Kleinschmidt walks in and takes a seat. Its pointless now for him to be here because the lesson is literally over.

But I'll just stay quiet for the sake of not wanting to communicate with anyone, I've done enough talking for the month.

With the ringing of the bell, I grab my stuff and leap out of class like a fucking gazelle.

I walk to Algebra.

Courts not being here is really weird I'll admit.