Undone

"Kate why must you wear that ugly hoodie?"

Jase asks me gesturing to my outfit and i glance down at my body wondering how i could possibly have made him mad and it isnt even first period.

My hoodie is dark blue and is way too big for me. I like it because it covers almost all of me. It covers the bruises which are big dark blotches.

I dont hide them from other people i hide them from me. I dont want to see something that reminds me of my cowardice amd inability to fight back.

I could at least try to fight back but i never do. What would be the point? I always lose and they always win

Its a cycle between us at this point, they hurt me, i cry and do their work, then repeat.

"Because it's comfortable. " I whisper. And its true. The inside of this is soft. Its soft and feels amazing against my skin which is sore.

"Yeah comfortable? Well it looks fucking hideous. No wait let me think the hoodie isnt even that bad no. No its you. Your the problem. I doubt youd be pretty even with all the makeup in the world even plastic surgery couldn't fix that shit."he says with a snicker.

I look away from him. Why today of all days?  Why this day in this  week in this month?

"Oh is she gonna cry?" He says and I look down at my feet hoping the ground will open and swallow me whole getting me away from these terrible people and this terrible school.

"Your really gonna cry?" Diamond asks jumping in happily. She gets some real pleasure from being mean to me. Seriously i watch as a vicious malicious smile spreads across her face.

Today is my birthday I turned 16 today and jase turns 17 tomorrow. I know because its been made clear multiple times throughout the town and this school. Announcements fill everywhere i go.

Posters plastered all over the walls and the doors, announcements over the loud speakers. And to say he is proud of this fact would be an understatement.

He's proud that yet again one more day will be all about him and his stupid little whims.

I think he is also proud because he will find his mate tomorrow as well.

I shake my head.

"Good because I don't like to see little cows cry." She says as I fend off tears. Little cow. Ahh that name. She's said it to me since I've moved here so long ago.

I hand her the homework that I did for her and now all she has to do is copy it down.

"You get a freebie for now since you did this for me." She says as she and jase walk away snickering. I sigh in relief. Well that was weird.

She has never given me a freebie before.

Diamond and Jase have been bullying me since around the third grade.

She pushed me off the rock climb because i told her that i couldn't just give her my jacket.

She didnt need mine, she was already wearing jases. She was going to throw my jacket into a puddle of water like she did yesterday.

In the fourth grade we were singing Christmas music for the old people and she pushed me off the stage.

She pushed me off the stage because i had glanced at her boyfriend. I had only looked at him because instead of singing he was screaming the words.

The old people didnt care even one little bit about the music after that, they were too busy laughing at me.

In the fifth grade she cut my hair off which used to go down to my butt and then went to my earlobes and told the teacher that i did it on my own when she got asked about it.

Of course i just admitted that i did it. I most certainly didnt want to get beat up again for the second time that day.

In sixth grade she gave me a swirly in the girls bathroom while her and her friends sat and laughes at me and i went home crying. Dad of course asked me what I did to make her so angry.

When I didn't have a response he made me stay in my room without food or water until i told him i would apologize to her.

In the seventh grade i had just started my period and she made sure to tell everyone about me bleeding through my pants. She even made me stand in front of the cafeteria and let everyone laugh at me while i stood there in humiliation.

Everyone laughed and made fun of me all day that day which sucked but what could i actually do about it? I didnt get why they hated me so much.

I had never done anything to them.

Never. All i had ever done was do what they wanted me to do.

End of the day.

I'm standing at my locker putting my books away when all of a sudden the door slams shut on my hand. I hear the sickening crunch.

I fend off the tears and bite down hard on my tongue to keep my screams down.

I turn around to face an angry Jase. "You got one of the damn answers wrong on my girlfriend's homework."

He says with a snarl. I clutch my hand.

"I-im sor-" but I'm cut off by a slap in the face. "Save it." He growls stalking away from me.

Oh my god I feel bad for whoever his mate is! That poor poor girl!!

I cry all the way home, my hand is throbbing.

My dad sighs as he watches me fix my brace, my hand is broken and I have a huge bruise under my eye from when Jase slapped me.

"Well what did you do to him to make him so angry as to hit you?" He growls taking a drink of his beer.

"I-i messed up his girlfriend's homework but I only missed one out of 30!!!"

He growls

"No wonder he is so upset! You messed up his future mates work!" I whimper. "I'm sorry!" He shakes his head.

"Just go to your room so I don't have to look at your ugly face." I stand up and scurry up to my room.

My dad always believes it is my fault no matter what. I lay down and go to sleep.

"Kate!" My dad yells at me.

I jump up and get dressed. My hand is throbbing. Why is he always such an asshole? I've never done anything to him!

At least Not that I'm aware of anyway. "Today is going to be crazy" I think to myself as I walk out the door.