Chapter 2

The next morning I didn't feel like going to college but staying at home meant constant insults and beating for no reason. I am already mentally drained and if I stay home, dad will make me physically hurt as well.

I hurriedly made breakfast for him. Hoping he would stay sleeping in his room but today was bad luck as dad sauntered down the stairs. From his footsteps, I knew he was angry.

My whole body is tense as I pretend to cook. He abruptly turned me around and a harsh slap landed on my face, making me step back with its force as I cupped my cheek which was throbbing with pain. Numbness coursed through my mind as I waited for him to state my mistake. 

"Why isn't my coffee ready yet?" He spat as I flinched back. He always wakes up late, today he is up early and now wants his coffee.

"J...just t...two minutes." I stammered badly. I could never talk like a normal person to my dad. He terrifies me.

"Shut the fuck up you shit and hurry up." He spat venomously as I stifled my sobs, my nose tingled with all the tears I am holding back, trying my best not to cry in front of him. It irritates him and then he would beat me more.

I immediately made his coffee with pancakes. He was in the restroom so I immediately left the house.

Home is my hell but I never thought that the college which I call my sanctuary could become another hell for me.

Every student has a video in which Brad was humiliating me, they were looking at their phone and then at me, whispering bad things. It hurts. I was unable to take all those vicious looks from them so I ran to the backside of the campus where no one would come as this area is secluded.

I slid down against the wall and pulled my knees up to my chest as I tried not to let the tears fall. I should act as a strong person but why does everyone in this world hate me so much? Sometimes I wonder if God hates me too. That's why there's so much pain in my life.

It was so calm here. I can breathe here with all those gazes not lingering on me.

My eyes widened slightly when I heard someone grunting in pain, followed by hushed growling. With cautious steps, I walked towards the source of the voice thinking that someone is hurt and might need help.

But I froze seeing the famous jock of our campus, Levi, beating a student whom I've seen a few times. I know him because he has one history class with me every two days a week.

Levi kicked him harshly on the chest and the boy coughed out blood. "Stop!" The scream left my lips before I could even stop it.

Levi's head snapped in my direction and my heart stopped. He is not only the famous jock of our campus but he is also known pretty well for his links with the underworld mafia and street fighters. In one word he could be described as dangerous.

Levi marched towards me and I made a run for it. I was barely able to take three steps when he grabbed my arm and pushed me roughly against the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing here bitch?" Levi spat, making me flinch back and I couldn't help the whimper that left my lips.

"Let us go Levi." The guy coughed out as my teary eyes went to his bruised form on the floor.

"Let us both g..go or e..else..." I tried to keep my voice steady.

"Or else?" Levi spat.

"I will tell authorities," I said with mustered up courage. Levi's eyes widened and for a second I thought he would let us go.

Instead, Levi took out a small dagger that had a snake printed on the holder and he placed the sharp blade on my neck making me freeze. I didn't even dare to breathe, feeling that cold metal on my neck.

"You tell anyone anything and I'll slit your throat." Levi hissed, I closed my eyes shut in fear.

"Are we clear?" He spat and I just nodded my head not knowing what else to do or say.

Levi moved the dagger away and punched me in the stomach. A soundless groan of pain left my lips as I fell on my knees.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Levi dragging the guy away but I couldn't move as I lay there on the floor, trying to breathe. It hurts. Everything hurts.

I didn't know how long I lay there curled up like a baby on a cold rugged floor. It was almost so late when I left the campus and went back home.

If something worse happened then the good thing is, dad isn't home. At night I couldn't stop thinking about that boy. I just hope he's alright.

The next day at the campus, I saw Brad. He is talking to his friends, and I just couldn't walk past him. I couldn't even bear to look at him. I took the longer route to my class. The whole day went smoothly.

The students still look at me as if I have done something horrendous and I completely ignored their existence, this helped. At recess, I stayed in the class. Brad would be at the cafeteria, and I would rather stay here than see him again. 

The next class is history and I waited for that boy to walk into the class but he never did. The whole day I didn't see him or Levi.

It scared me but I hoped positively for him to be okay. I couldn't even complain to anyone about Levi. His threat is still fresh in my mind.

I went to the library, placed my bag on the chair I went to look for the book that would help me with my assignment. I came back to the table and did my assignment. When I reached back home dad wasn't there.

Placing my bag on the couch, I looked for my lunch which I didn't have at campus because I didn't feel hungry.

My heart stopped beating when I found a dagger in my bag. It isn't any dagger but the same one that had a snake printed on the holder. The dagger is fully covered in blood.

My hand shook as I held that thing. Levi must be pranking me, that is the first thought. But the blood was real and my heart lurched in horror as I screamed and threw that dagger back in my bag.

My hand has blood as I frantically wiped it with my shirt but it won't go off.

I didn't realize that I was crying, my ears were numb when the door opened and dad walked in, he didn't even spare me a glance, he appeared in a very foul mood, I tried to kill down my sobs. My heart is frantic in horror.

"A kid is found dead on the roof of your campus. His throat was sliced. It's all over the news." He said bitterly and my heart fell deep into the depth of sheer fear.

That dagger in my bag...

That guy...