2: Start of the summer.

Sarah's P.O.V...

The bell rang  and one could easily hear the excited screams coming from outside. Mr. Lennard's voice was easily drown by everyone in class as they all gathered their stuff. It was finally the beginning of our summer vacation, and nobody was in the mood to listen to what Mr. Lennard was actually blabbering about. I'm glad he realized it, cause he simply rolled his eyes and left the classroom.

I tried as fast as I could to stash away all my books in my bag. But the faster I tried to put them away, the faster they fell and scattered on the floor. With my trembling hands, I could hardly grip anything... I felt pathetic... This is pathetic.

Argh! Why do I have to be so fearful of them? God I hate myself for feeling this way!

This was taking me longer than I had anticipated. But I bet I'd be done with this already if only these dumb books would stop slipping out of my grip. I quickly had to leave this place before...

“Clumsy as always Vance!” a voice from behind called... A voice that I knew all too well... A voice that always found a way to haunt me in my dreams and in my reality.

“Where are you running off to in such a hurry? You weren't even planning on saying goodbye, were you?” Mike chimed in.

Of course he'd be here. He wouldn't miss it for the world.

Sadistic bastards belong together, and as far as I'm concerned, Mike and Casey are as sadistic as sadistic can get... Birds of a feather.

The only difference between the two, is that Mike's way of torturing me, sometimes gets more sexual than physical.

He hasn't taken advantage of me or anything... Well, at least not yet, but I bet he wouldn't pass down the opportunity if it were given to him. The guy is a pervert, and I think that I actually fear him more than I fear Casey... And that really saying something 'cause Casey scares me out of my skin.

“How rude of you Sarah. To leave without saying goodbye? Didn't your mother teach you manners?” of course I'd leave without saying goodbye you idiot. And no! My mother didn't teach me any manners... But I guess that's one thing you and I have in common Casey! Of course I'm not dumb enough to actually say it to his face.

I could feel him getting close and closet to where I was glued.

“Do you seriously hate us that much Sarah?” his other friend Jake added.

He has no idea the hate I harbour for all of them... Him included. Sick bastards!

“A simple goodbye wouldn't hurt, would it?” that was Brian. He doesn't really do much. Just talks crap and records and stuff. I don't think he's ever physically hurt me. “Or maybe you can give us each a hug?”

“A kiss perhaps?” Mike said, and I guess that broke me out of my freeze state.

I turned around to face them, and I ended up coming face to face with him instead.

“It's sad, but I seriously expected more from you Vance,” Casey's hot breath hit my face. Is it wrong of me to say that his breath smelt... Actually pretty good.

“Wha... What do you want from me?” I asked, even though I knew very well what they wanted.

I slowly backed away... Trying to put a little distance between me and them. But they obviously wouldn't have it... They took slow intimidating steps towards me.

At the moment, I really curse not getting out of class earlier... Or maybe if Mr Lennard was here, thus wouldn't be happening.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest. For a moment there, I actually thought that since it was the last day of school before summer break, that they would actually leave me alone... give me a break. But it turns out, I was wrong. I guess that would never really happen.

“I guess you're starting to forget your place Vance. Perhaps we should remind you,” and he pushed me... Hard! I ended up landing even harder on my arm. I could have sworn I heard a 'pop' sound. Please don't tell me I cracked a bone or something. That would definitely be awful.

I struggled to pull myself up, but my arm stung so much and I simply ended up falling back down again. Yep! I definitely popped a bone!

As usual, those sadistic pricks laughed at my pathetic attempts to get up. This must have been really entertaining for them to watch.

“Are you getting this?” Casey asked, and I knew he was talking to Brian, the cameraman.

“You know I am!” Brian smiled like a proud little boy about to get rewarded for doing something right. Sadistic bastard! They all are!

I seriously can't believe the joy and satisfaction these people get from seeing me miserable. I've done nothing wrong to any of them, well, not that I remember anyway.

“I think it's about time that we reminded Vance here how to show a little respect to those who deserve it,” Casey smirked down at me. I swear it took me all my might and will not to scoff.

Or was it because I was too busy worried about what was to come next.

With Casey, Jake and Mike smirking the way they were (Mike in a really weird disgusting way) and Brian doing what he does best in such occasions, recording the whole thing. Not to mention that my arm was in an intense kind of pain, I knew that I was as good as dead.

Casey is a monster, the guy doesn't have a heart. And yet, after everything he has done, people still adore him. I don't get why they do, but they just do. The students love him, the teachers adore him, everyone seems to think that he's some type of angel... but I know better than anyone that he's not.

He is NOT the perfect little innocent angel that he portrays himself to be.

Casey hates me... he always has. But I never got to know the reason behind his hatred towards me. And the same hatred he has towards me, is the same hatred he has towards my mother.

“By the time we're done with you, you'd want to put an end to your miserable pathetic life!” he crouched down to my level and spat on my face.

“I already do,” I whispered and swallowed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear it... But by the stupid sadistic smirk on his stupid sadistic handsome face, I could tell he heard it. And it made him chuckle and he said,

“Good!”