Don't have much to say about this chapter. All I can say is I had a lot of fun writing this chapter :D I'm excited for all of ya'll to read it. Comment/ Rate/ Email me what you think. Your comments are useful, I do read all of them. It lets me know what your assumptions are and what your mind process of this story is. It also helps me figure out if there are some things I have not considered yet. Enjoy the read -BlessingAndCurse
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"Who are you trying to impress?"
The words came from behind Lily as she was looking at the mirror in her locker, fluffing out her hair and tucking away any loose strands. She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly as she knew who it was already. Brandon Atreides.
'Just ignore him and walk away. Don't say a word. Walk away.'
She thought to herself as she inhaled deeply to quail the fear that was in her heart. She closed her locker door and turned to walk away without a glance towards him, but he wasn't going to let himself go unnoticed. He jerked her by her forearm and slammed her back into the lockers. Lily felt like her eyes were rolling as the back of her head crashed into the metallic doors. When her eyes refocused she saw an enraged Brandon.
"I asked you a question," he bit out. "I want an answer."
"Why does it matter to you?" Lily asked quietly. "It's not like it matters."
"I don't care if it matters or not. I asked you a question." When she still refused to answer him, the pressure applied to her arm became sharp and painful. Lily began to yelp, but the look on his face told her to shut the hell up or else he would make it worse.
"These are just my normal clothes. I like them." A glimmer of humor passed across his face as his lips twitched with obvious mirth.
"Are you serious?" he asked, barely containing laughter. His gaze started at the bottom of her feet and came back up to look her in the eyes. She looked down at herself to see what could have possibly been wrong with her clothes. She wore a nice pair of cobalt blue flats with a dress to match. She had on a few additional golden accessories just to accentuate the look. Some of the girls at her school wore something similar, so she didn't see what the problem was.
Brandon shook his head at her and looked back up at her. "You look like a slut."
Those words hit her like a splash of freezing water. "I am not-"
"Like I believe that shit. You have people thinking your all bougie and acting like you too good for them. But you walkin' around in a dress that hardly comes over your big ass while you're standing. As if you're begging to be fucked from behind." He leaned closer to her to whisper loudly, "And I bet you have let a nigga hit it from the back. I can imagine your legs spread open like a nasty slut." As he talked, he placed his hand flat against her stomach and eased it down to her thigh. All of a sudden, he shot his hand up between her thighs and began rubbing his fingers across her core.
Lily tried twisting her arm and kicking her legs to get away, but all it did was make Brandon hold onto her other arm with the same amount of excruciating pressure. Tears began to fill her eyes as the pain was becoming too much. She bit her trembling lip to keep from crying out. "Just leave me alone. Stop touching me."
"Why, when you like guys touching you. You like to tease them with that outfit. You trying to offer niggas what you got. Why you mad when they take what you're offering." The smile suddenly slipped from his face as he continued to look at her. "But sex is all you have to offer because all you good for is for guys who don't give a shit about you. Because you ain't nothin' but an ugly slut." With that, he released his hold on her and walked away. She let out a withering sigh as she combed her hand through her hair. She looked up and noticed the stares she got. Some were disgusted and looked down on her clothes. Others focused their eyes on the pushed up hem of her dress that now exposed her thighs with a look of humor. Others openly laughed at her. That's when the tears came.
She rushed home from school and threw off her clothes as she entered her bathroom. All the way home, she couldn't shake this feeling of filth and grime all over her whole body. She just felt so dirty. The clothes made her feel dirty now. In her mind, it was the clothes' fault of what happened today because she certainly didn't ask for any of that to happen.
As she took off her clothes, she looked up at the mirror. She stopped what she was doing and took another look. Bruises. There were bruises. Lily shifted her hair over to her shoulder as she saw the red imprints of Brandon's hands around her arms. When she turned around to see her back, she could actually see purple welts forming from where he had slammed her against the lockers. The worst yet were the bruises around her thighs. The tears returned as she stood there staring at her body. Disgusted.
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"Hey, Lily!" Vanessa waved excitedly at her from their lunch table the next day.
Lily plastered on a smile as she placed her tray across from Vanessa's. As Vanessa continued to look at Lily, the smile from her face began to slip.
"Lily, what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," Lily lied as she ate a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
"Honey, you're wearing sweats."
"And?"
"It's August," Vanessa said bluntly.
'Crap.'
She was hoping out of all people that Vanessa didn't notice.
"What happened to your usual clothes?"
"There in the wash."