In The Arms of You

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Chapter 3: New School, New People

“No...no....she can’t be gone, she can’t be!” I woke up with a start. I shot up straight in the air, panting. Tears streamed my face. It’s like living that day, over and over again, nonstop. I shot a quick glance at the clock, 4:52 am.

I lay back down on my pillow, trying to calm down. Ever since the death of my mom, I had that same dream, over and over again. My conscience is eating me alive with it like there is no escape.

Knowing I won’t fall back to sleep, I got up and decided to take a shower and get out of these clothes. I grabbed a long-sleeved sweater type shirt that said Don’t Mess With Me on it and a pair of leggings. I also grabbed my black beat up converse before heading to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, watching my hair with strawberry shampoo and then lathered my body in soap that smelled like lilac. Once I was done I wrapped myself in a white fluffy towel; which I took from the box I had brought up to my room.

I tied my hair up into a bun before I slipped my towel off and put on my bra, a new one of course not the same one I wore last night and underwear before I put on my shirt and leggings. I slipped on a pair of ankle cut socks and then put on my converse.

Once I was dressed I took my hair down and began to comb through it with my fingers making it less tangled before I plugged up my hair dryer, which I also grabbed from that box with my towel, and began to dry my long brown hair.

When my hair was dry I began on my make-up, hiding any visible bruises that may be on my face or any part of my skin showing. I put my make-up brush on the counter and then exited the bathroom, once back into my room I grabbed bag before glancing at the clock, 6:30 am.

I quickly hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to begin their breakfast. I usually skip breakfast, mainly because I’m not allowed to get any and other times I just don’t feel like eating in the morning. Even though people say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, it is not the most important to me.

Anytime I get to eat is a blessing to me.

When I finally got their breakfast done I set plates out for them. When I heard my father’s shoes coming down the steps I quickly headed out the door, making myself scarce and then hurried off to school. As for the moment, that’s my only place I’ll be able to escape, except that Mack will be there.

He, Mack, is worse than my father at tormenting me. Once your own brother has forced you into having sex, then you don’t know the pain that I’ve been through and continue to go through. Of course, our father doesn’t know a thing about Mack forcing me to have sex with him, if he did, he wouldn’t have cared one bit, only beat me worse and calling me a slut because of it then blame me for it.

Clearing my head, as I walked to school I found myself running into the girl from yesterday. “Hey Lena,” The girl whose name is Izabella said to me.

“Hey Iza,” I said as we continued to walk.

“So you’re going to go to West Fields High?” She asked questioning me.

“Yeah, my brother will be there too,” I told her.

This got her to perk up a bit. “You didn’t mention you had a brother.” She told me.

Well Duh! I didn’t mention it because I don’t know you and plus, we only just met yesterday! Of course, I didn’t say that out loud of course. “Um...yeah I do, he is a Senior this year,” I told her.

“You totally have to introduce me to him!” I looked at her like she was crazy. She wanted me meet my brother! Of all the people in the world, she could meet she wants to meet him!

I gave her a slight nod before speaking again. “You don’t want to do that Iza, my brother is a heartbreaker and he is not worth your tears.” Or mine.

She looked at me for a moment about to say something but then decided against it. Soon we arrived at the school. “There’s West Fields High. Home of the Dragons!” Iza said as we walked closer to the school.

Many people stopped and stared as I walked into the school. It’s like they’ve never seen a new student before.“Wow, girl, you are already here for 10 seconds and you’ve got all eyes on you.” Iza said as we headed to the main office, I think.

“Not was I was planning to happen, I mean I kind of wanted to stay invisible, but I guess that’s not happening,” I said to her, which caused her to laugh.

The secretary told me to head back with the principal to discuss my classes. “I’ll wait for you,” Iza said. I thanked her before heading into the office.

There in front of me stood a plump woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. “You must me Miss. Mercer, I’m Dr. Farris, and that is what you will call me. Now take a seat.” She said to me, eyeing me for a moment as if she suspected something.

I can tell right away she is strict. “Now, here is your schedule, map of the school, and your locker and combination. In my school Miss. Mercer, I expect you to be aware that I don’t tolerate bullying and any violence in my school. Is that understood?” Dr. Farris said.

I nodded my head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now don’t you have a brother somewhere, and why isn’t he here?” She asked as if it was such a big problem that my brother wasn’t with me.

“I wanted to get here early that’s all, my brother will be coming later.” I think.

Dr. Farris nodded her head. “Now I know of the reason why you and your family moved her Miss. Mercer and even though I’m saddened by your loss, I don’t expect anything different as I do any other student, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” I said to her.

“You may go now,” and that was it before I left back into the main office where Iza said she’d be waiting for me.

I walked up to her and gave her a smile. “I know, she is a little strict isn’t she.” She told me.

“A little?” I said and laughed a little.

I hadn’t had a chance to look at my schedule before Iza took it from me. “Ah, we have 2, 3, and 5 period together, I’ll walk to your first period with you, it’s all the way across the school.” She said with a smile.

“Okay, thanks,” I said and we left the office.

My first class is US History, just my luck. I hate history. History reminds me of the past, and the past I don’t want to remember because all it reminds me of is my mom and how it’s my fault she is gone.

I guess Iza noticed me stop walking because she asked me what’s wrong. “Nothing, just thinking that’s all. Let’s go before we both get late.” I said and she walked me the rest of the way to my class. Before leaving me asked me to have lunch with her and her friends, I said yes, of course, knowing no one else to sit with.

She then left and I entered the classroom. Inside was a bunch of kids chatting away. I noticed most of them are Juniors some of them are Seniors, since this is an advanced class, even though I hated history I did my best in history any time I had to take it.

I took a seat near the back, hoping no one would notice me. Sadly that didn’t happen. A guy with long blonde hair with bright blue eyes. “Hey, so I hear you’re the new girl, huh.” He said to me. “Y-Yeah, and who are you?” I asked stuttered a bit.

Ever since my father and brother started abusing me I’ve never like being around other boys and men. I have a hard enough time with those two, I didn’t need to add anyone else into the mix. “The name is Isaac and you are?” He asked.

“Lena”

“Nice to meet you Lena, so how about later we get out of here and have some private time? Hmm?” He asked. Wow, were all boys like this. Just wanting girls as a sex toy, just to pleasure themselves.

“Sorry, but no Isaac,” I said before turning around back to facing the front. I’m guessing he went away and I heard a few people saying. “Dude she just rejected you! Now you owe me $10.” And others like “I knew you would never get with the new girl dude.”

I ignored them the best I could. I heard someone else come into the classroom. With a quick look, a saw my brother.

This isn’t going to end well.

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