I frown when I realize it was Shaine who sent the note and snitch.
- So it was you, wasn't it? What a stupid joke! - I mean in a reprehensible tone. - It might be fun for you, but I could have infarcted it.
- Sorry to scare you, but that wasn't the idea of fun we had in mind. - he says, now, with a malicious smile.
Not liking Shane's posture, I assume another more cautious one, without him realizing that I'm afraid. Shane is much bigger than me. Although I knew a few moves, I was sure they wouldn't be enough if he tried something. What I could do is try to get out of there as soon as possible.
- Well, I don't think Ryder's here, so I'll go back to the game. - I mean backwards and smiling. - I hope you have fun and don't scare anyone else to death.
Turning my back on him, I start walking out of the hall. As soon as I take a few steps and feel Shaine's hand wrap around my wrist and pull me hard.
- What's the rush? - says he's pulling me towards his chest. - Stay and have some fun!
- Shaine, get off me now or I'll scream! - I say in a shaking voice.
He brings his face closer to my face and then smiles maliciously.
- Scream! - he says. - I'm gonna love hearing her scream!
He tries to kiss me, but I can dodge it. Pulling his hand, I slap him in the face and then punch him in the chin.
- Bitch! - Shane grunt with her hands on her face while I run. - Hold her!
Shaine screams and, to my surprise, I feel a pair of huge hands tie my waist and lift me off the ground. Panicking, I realize there's not only Shane in the hall, but Bruce is with him.
- Let go of me, Bruce! - I scream in despair, kicking myself, while Bruce holds me tight. I use my feet to make a lever against the wall and propel, causing Bruce to lose balance, meeting with his back on the opposite wall. The impact caused him to let me go, so I turn to Bruce furiously and hit a shot in his balls.
- Son of a bitch! - Bruce grumbles as he shrinks to the ground. - You bastard!
I try to run again, but a huge wall runs through my path. I don't know where it came from, but a punch hits my face hard, causing me to fall to the ground, groaning with the sudden pain. The wall of muscles, I came out of the darkness and lowers beside me, revealing its dark and cold face. I try to get up from the cold, dusty ground and, even though I am dizzy, I recognize the cold, calculating smile on Aron's face.
- Did you really think I'd leave you to that miserable Taylor? - he says cold and takes my chin. - You're mine, my angel!
- You bastard! - I say in a strangled voice. - You're the one who broke up with me, remember? You humiliated me in public. She called me frigid and not funny.
He's got a laugh.
- I'm out now!
- You've always been an ignoramus! - I say between my teeth. - That word doesn't exist in the dictionary and I'll never come back with you. There's nothing you can do to change that.
- Girl, I'm a Carter! - he says with coldness. - I can do anything.
Laughing, Aron grabs one of my arms and puts me on my feet, pushing my sore body against a wooden door that was between openings. Grabbing my hair he kisses me on the strength. Disgusted, I bite Aron's lower lip so hard, I get blood. He walks away with his hand in his mouth and walks away, giving me the chance to spit on his face.
- Pig! - I scream, trying to get rid of myself. - I'm disgusted with you! Of one day having loved him!
In anger, he slaps me in the face, making me fall over a wooden bench. I cry when I feel the rib collide against the wood and make me feel a sharp pain. I try to get up, but the pain is intense and I can barely breathe. Shaine and Bruce are approaching.
- Let's get this over with! - Aron says as he takes off his shirt. Grabbing my hair, he raises my head. - Hold her down and I'll be first.
Silly and in pain, I protest by trying to let go when Bruce and Shane hold me, each on one side. They lift me up, leaning me against one of the walls, while Aron gags me. Panicking and feeling I couldn't escape, I do what any girl in this situation would do. I just start crying and begging them to let me go. Coldly Aron approaches with a penknife and, in no hurry, tears up the cotton shirt I was wearing, while the others laugh.
- Hold still! - Aron commands.
My scream came out muffled because of the gag and Aron hits me with one more punch. I can feel the blood flowing down my lap. Ignoring my supplications, Aron begins to open my shorts and tries to pull on my legs. I struggle, while they laugh amusing themselves with my suffering. When I think the worst will come to pass, I hear a bang that knocks down the wooden door, through which they entered the locker room with me. She fell, broken in half, when she touches the ground hard. Aron
