Threat

DAHLIA'S POV

What was it they said about high school? That it was going to be fun? That it was going to be one of the most euphoric moments in one's life?But that wasn't the case for me

I saw high School as a phase in my life that I wanted to go by quickly. There was nothing interesting about high school, nothing particularly euphoric.

If I was asked to describe high school. I'd describe the place as a cage.

A cage I was locked in, one that kept me from exploring the outside world, one that kept me with people that I hated so much.

But at the same time I was thankful for this cage because it has kept me on a leash, kept me from exhibiting the dark thoughts in my head.

So, even though I hated it so much, I was still a little bit grateful for it.

A blue pen to my head, and my thoughts were out the window.

These bullies again...

The bullies were Malik and his friends; Colin and Caleb.

"Hey, Dahlia-the-poop. You got anything interesting for us today"? Colin cracked, and the whole hallway busted into an ear-painful laughter.

Dumb asses..

I ignored them and took out my books from my locker. I won't let them get on my nerve today.

But who was I kidding? They always got on my nerve no matter how composed I was, and no matter how much I pretended not to care about their endless taunting.

I took the stairs leading to biology class. What a great day. A subject I detest in a school that I hate. Worst combo.

Luckily for me, the class went smoothly and I was out in no time. That was my trick; to leave the class before anyone to avoid bullying, and also to avoid Malik's deliciously handsome face.

Arghh! Why do I still think of him after everything he did to me.

By everything, I meant making me fall deeply in love with him, and then publicly announcing that i was merely a bet

Well, that was just a tip of the iceberg.

The pool area in the school was my favorite. It was where I had all the privacy in the world to think, even though i wasn't a huge fan of water bodies.

The sight of water calmed me down. It also made me remember when me and mom used to go the beach, and have all the fun in the world.

I marched in the pool area through the door but the disgusting sight that met my eyes almost made me puke my guts.

This was another proof that Malik had no morals in whatever form they came, and another reason why i should completely erase him from my mind.

"The hell". The bimbo brawled, startled at my presence. "The fuck do you want? Can't you see that we're busy"?

She spelt it out for me, and laid more emphasis on the 'We' part, but I wasn't even focused on her, I was more focused on him.

"Do not cry! Do not cry". I chanted in my head to stop the tears from rolling down my face.

I couldn't afford to embarrass myself right now, and not in front of them.

No matter how much i wanted to, i couldn't hate Malik. I still had a soft spot for him, and he knew that.

The day he made that revelation in public, he began to act like a total stranger to me. I cried, begged him and even sent him texts and voice messages which only ended up going viral in the school.

Imagine the pain, the hurt, and the embarassment i felt.

To top it all up, i lost my mom on the same day.

All these were enough reasons to hate him, but the stupid lover girl was too lost to think of any other thing.

"You heard her" He said softly, even though he had a deep voice. "She said we're busy, so take your flat ass out the door before I do it for you" He finished in a mocking tone.

Without uttering a single word, i turned around and took my leave.

Well, i did them the honour of banging the door ever so loudly.

Since they wanted attention, I would bring fucking attention to them.

Thankfully, school went by quickly and I just couldn't wait to reach my room and lay on my fluffy comfortable bed.

But i had one problem. Dad and his daughter. My afternoon definitely wasn't going to go smoothly as i wished.

In no time i was home, and to avoid any distraction i quickly took the stairs that led to my bedroom.

"Dahlia"?

Shoot. Thankfully, it wasn't Dad but his sorry excuse of a daughter, Julia.

"Hmmmm" I hummed a reply.

"Dad left you some toast and there's also juice in the fridge in case you didn't have lunch yet". She said with a smile.

Why was she trying so hard to impress me?

"I'm not hungry". I didn't wait for her to say another word before i zoomed off to my k-pop themed bedroom and locked the door.

I collapsed on the bed like a horse who had run a thousand mile.

My eyes travelled to the framed picture of a woman that sat by my bedside.

I tiredly reached for the picture and as i ran my fingers across its surface, a knock echoed on the door.

"Dhalia, daddy is home".

"Good for you". Why won't this fourteen year old get the memo that i wanted her to stay as far away from me as possible?

Her voice came again. "He wants to speak with you".

"I'm busy. Now get out".

No more voices. Thank God

I resumed running my fingers along the surface of the picture, and a smile appeared on my face.

It's been so hard without you here, mom. I've been trying my best to survive and to live life the way you would have wanted me to.

But there was an uncertain feeling that appeared in my heart each time i tried to live.

My phone rang, it was an unknown number. "Hello, you can leave the delivery at the door i'll pick it up when i'm ready".

"Dahlia-the-poop making a delivery. That would be such a beautiful sight to see".

"Malik"?

"One and only". He replied.

"What do you want, Malik".

"You". He said without even stammering.

The nerve of this idiot to think that i'll run back into his arms just because he was offering.

"You must be high on something Malik".

He paused for a while before speaking again

"I have videos of us, remember"?.

My heart dropped to my stomach at the mention of videos. He always threatened me with those in the past but i never paid attention to him but right now he sounded serious.

"Release the videos Malik". I didn't care what the consequences were, besides my life was already fucked up.

"Your wish, my command Sweetheart". He hung up.

As i dropped the phone, it rang again, but this time it wasn't a call. It was a video from Malik.

With shaky hands, i clicked on it and what came up next on my screen made my heart shake.

I'm doomed.