Corrupting Ms. Popular

C H A P T E R 17

I laid in bed and stared out at the sky. It was cloudy and I wouldn't be surprised if it started raining. I had been lying in bed for a while and just staring at the sky.

I picked up my phone and decided that I had to call my parents. I called my Mum first, since I didn't really know what time zone they were in.

“Hello my baby, I miss you so much.”

My Mum's voice came through the speaker and I had to admit I missed my Mum. I didn't think about it a lot since we weren't exactly the closest.

“I missed you too, Mummy.”

I stated and I could feel tears collecting in my eyes.

“Honey? Is something wrong?”

My Mum asked and I wiped my nose with my arm.

“Dad left for a business conference the same day you left and Will and I have been home alone. Lately, we've been having a few... disagreements and he didn't come home all afternoon. He arrived here a few hours ago and he was drunk. I don't think we'll be going to school tomorrow.”

I told my Mum and I heard her sigh. I could tell she was also having some problems of her own, especially with Dad, but I didn't want to intrude.

“Honey, Will needs to learn some responsibility. He can't rely on everyone else to fix his mistakes. And I don't want you fixing them for him either. You can stay at home tomorrow but I want you to drill Will. He needs to understand that he can't go and drink out his sorrows every time something goes wrong.”

My Mum had never and I mean never ever done anything remotely like this. She had always said that I should give him pills and leave him to sleep.

“Mum? Is everything alright? You sound... stressed.”

I asked and I heard my Mum take a deep breath. My Mum never showed any sign of frustration, so the fact that she did that only increased my worry.

“Listen, Olivia. Life is not all sunshine and rainbows. Things go wrong no matter how hard you try to keep it together. Your father is not at a conference. He is with me. We have been sorting out our issues, but we will be coming home on Saturday.”

Mum informed and I could tell there was something she wasn't telling me. I wasn't going to snoop, but I hoped she would tell me on her own time.

“I have cheer leading try-outs on Saturday.”

I stated and my Mum gave a dry laugh and I could tell she was forcing it.

“I know, honey. We will try to be there on time, but no promises.”

I just nodded, but then I realized my Mum couldn't see me.

“Okay. Bye Mummy. So I don't need to call Dad and tell him what's happening?”

I asked since I was still unsure on what to do.

“No, you don't. I will tell him. Bye-bye.”

And just like that my Mum hung up. I put my phone on my bedside table and sighed as I realized I would be able to get a decent amount of sleep without having to rush in the morning.

And bless my heart that it was Friday. I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive another day at school. That place has only been causing me problems since I arrived there.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.

I started kicking and screaming despite the gag in my mouth. I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I realized what was about to happen to me. He only smirked as his smelly breath came close to my face.

“You didn't really think you'd get away did you? That I wouldn't find you?”

I started crying harder and I felt him pull roughly on my hair and I cried out in pain.

All I could hear were my strangled sobs and I knew that no one could hear them. I knew that I was going to be the one at loss by the end of the night.

He roughly threw me on my bed and I started crying even louder. He shut the door and I backed up against the headboard, which only made him smirk.

He wanted this. He wanted me to be scared. To be scared of him.

I watched as he started unbuttoning his shirt. I started crying and I squeezed my eyes shut and got into a fetal position. I started rocking back and forth to calm myself, but it just wasn't working.

“Olivia.”

He sang and I felt a chill travel down my spine. It was like all the heat had disappeared of my body. I started loosing the feeling in my legs and arms, which only caused me more panic.

I scram as I sat upright and out of reflex, I turned on my bedside lamp. My body was coated in a cold sweat and I wiped the tears off of my face.

I got out of bed to do something about my sticky face, but my legs buckled beneath me and I started crying uncontrollably. All the memories started filling into my head again. The doctors, the nurses, everything.

My eyelids felt heavy. When I opened them the light was bright and it was hard to breath.

“Hang on. You'll survive this.”

The woman I saw held my face and I felt my eyelids flutter closed and a pain started racking through my body.

I banged my fists on the floor and laid down on the cold wood. The moonlight and the lamplight almost lit up my whole room, but it was throwing shadows around my room-shadows I didn't want to see.

The lights were flashing now. Bright. Gone. Bright. Gone. It was the only thing I could make out through my closed eyelids.

I could feel a stinging in the back of my head and I had no feeling in my arm. There was something heavy pressing onto my chest and it felt like I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. I started making my way to my bedroom door, but I started hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe.

I started tugging at my shirt, but it wouldn't budge.

The more I seemed to get closer to the door, the further it seemed.

I felt the familiar numbness start setting into my arms and legs and I felt the wetness on my cheeks as I started crying.