I marched into the main office not even glancing in the receptionist direction. She tried to stop me, but I ignored her. I open up his door without knocking to see him doing paperwork.

"Kindness- " I cut him off.

"Why do you have all my teachers watching me?" He sets down his pen and tell me to set down. I listened.

"I told you already." My glare hardens.

"No, you told me YOU would keep an eye on me, not my teachers!"

"Same difference."

"No, even Ms. Owens was being less bitchy!"

"Language young lady." I scoff.

"Is that all you got out of that!" He sighs and clasps his hands on the table.

"Kindness, if you tell me want is going on then I'll tell them to stop." I shake my head.

"Nothing is wrong."

"We already established something was wrong."

"Not we, YOU established. I'm completely fine."

"I don't believe you. Until you tell me, enjoy class. Now leave, class starts in ten."

"This isn't over!"

"No, it's not." I give him one last death glare and stomp out the room clearly pissed.

What am I going to do! I already know that I'm gonna get it when I get back to Jimmy. I ran away from him for God's sakes. I wouldn't be able to hide it. I can't avoid jimmy or Principle Gates. Gosh I need a nap. Maybe if you told Gates about Jimmy then you can kill two birds with one stone. Not an option... yet. Wait are you thinking about telling. Yes I am. I can't deal with this madness anymore. Great!

I march into class at sitting in the last available set. In the front row. Great! Now I have to deal with her bull up-close. She didn't question my tardiness and when straight to the lesson.

Like every other teacher, she paid extra close attention to me. I was super close to going off on her, but I had to keep reminding myself that she was just following orders from nosy Gates. Things are starting to escalate, I think instead of thinking about tell you should actually tell. I don't know, I don't think it's time yet. What do you mean about I don't think it's time yet? It is time! Its always been time! You need to tell before something bad happens. I mean he already almost killed you! Just stop acting like and idiot. I'm not an idiot. Is that all you got from that!

"Kindness, are you alright?" Mrs. Wen ask. I look at her with a blank look.

"Grand." I turn my attention back on my work.

"If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here." My grip on my pencil hardens. She notices it. She touches my shoulder, which caused my to flinch. She noticed that too and removes her hand.

"My offer still stands." I just nod and she goes back to her desk. She's never been a mean teacher. She always had a high tolerance for stupid stuff. I usually don't act out in class unless someone provokes me, weather it's a teacher - Ms. Owens - or a student. She usually doesn't even glance in my direction, which I was grateful for, but now I'm the center of attention. If the students caught on to the sudden interest in me, they haven't said anything. Then again, they all think I'm mentally unstable. Which I think I am too. I honestly don't pay them any close mind. They are of no importance to me.

I finally finished my work and turnt it in. I then took out my homework for the other classes and tried to complete as much as I can. No telling how much time I'll have to complete it later.

School has finally ended and I meet up with the guys at Blake's car. They all was just standing in a circle laughing there butts off. "What's so funny?" I ask.

"Nothing big, just something that happened in the locker room," Blake says.

"Y'all want to hang at my house today?" Xavier ask.

"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Cool."
"Alright." They all looked at me expectedly. Wouldn't I get in trouble for being late. Who cares, live your life.

"Why not." With that, we all get in the cars and go to Xavier's house.  Everyone has a car, but me, so I ride with Blake. Truth hurts by Lizzo began to play.

"Ohh, this my jam!" Blake says as he turns up the volume.

"WHY MEN GREAT 'TIL THEY GOTTA BE GREAT!" Blake shouts from the top of his lungs. He was shouting the whole song while I was laughing and recording him on snap.

"Sing with me! TRUTH HURTS, NEEDED SOMETHING MORE EXCITING!"

BOM BOM BI DOM BI DUM BUM BAY!" We screamed together. Next we started taking turns sing lines of the song. Starting with Blake.

"You tried to break my heart?" (Blake)

"Oh, that breaks my heart! That you thought you ever had it no, you ain't from the start!" (Kindness)

"Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?" (Blake)

"I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick!" (Kindness)

"I put the sing in single!" (Blake)

"Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger!" (Kindness)

"So you can tell your friend, "shoot your shot" when you see 'em!" (Blake)

"It's OK, he already in my DMs!" (Kindness)

We start to laughing hysterically at each other. Blake is on a whole other level of stupid. Which is why he is one of my best friends.

"Who is in your DMs?" Blake says. I laugh.

"No one."

"Are you sure." He was snarking now.

"What'ca getting at Blake." I look at him questioning.

"You and Kevin." I can feel my face warming up.

"We're just friends."

"Umm hmm, I see you blushing."

"How when I'm black."

"Not black enough to hide the blush."

"Shut up."

"For real, are you two gonna be a thing?" I shrug my shoulders. "Do you like him?"

"I don't know. I don't know my feelings."

"I think you do like him and vice versa. In the words of Lizzo, shoot you're shot when you see him. Even tho his is already in you dms."

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am, your just hard to please."

"No I'm not."

"Whatever you say."

"Since we are talking about love life's, what about you and Rachelle?"

"What about?"

"Don't play dumb, I see the way you look at her when she speaks to you. Why don't you shoot your shot?"

"Cause."

"Cause what?"

"I don't know. What if she doesn't like me like that?"

"You'll never know until you try."

We pull up to Xavier's house and walk straight to his room. Kevin turns on the TV while Xavier and David goes to get some snacks. Blake orders some pizzas, and me, Kevin, and Leyon picks a movie to watch.

"Put on Punisher." Leyon says to Kevin since he haves the remote. We all nod in agreement and a Kevin pushes play.

Xavier and David came back with some snacks and after fifteen minutes, the pizza came. We sat all crunched up in the bed eating, chatting, and enjoying each others company.

But all good times have to come to an end.

The movie ended and it was about time I headed home. No need to delay any longer. Leyon had to leave too, so he offered to take me home, which I excepted. When I finally made it to Jimmy's, I waved goodbye to Leyon and walked into the house.

I now wish I never came back.

"Kindness, I see you're finally here. Come here and sit next to me." Jimmy says. In the living room sat him and three other guys I didn't recognize. I sat my bag beside the door, which my phone and charger was in and did as told.

"I would like you to meet my friends Tucker, Dale, and John. Y'all, this is Kindness." I give a small wave. "Now that that's settled, what took you so fucking long to get home?"

"I umm I went to umm my fr-friends house." He glares at me.

"I bet you was out there being a slut! You dirty bitch! I-you-you know what, if you want to spread you're legs then so be it."

Before I can process what he said. He pushes me down to the couch holding my hands above my head. I struggle to try to get lose.

"LET ME GO!" I scream. He slaps me in the face.

"Shut up! Tucker get the needle. We having some fun tonight." What needle? Is he going to drug me? Yes, girl! You need to get away! I struggle harder. I try to kick my feet, but the guy named Dale grabs them and hold them down.

"PLEASE, STOP! LET ME GO!" Tears was pouring down my face as Tucker nears with the needle.

"John cover her mouth." John does and I try to scream still, but it comes out muffle. Trucker walks closer with a malicious smile. Since my veins was already popped out, he easily stuck the needle into on of them.

After a few seconds I started to grow weak. Then I couldn't move.
I can't move my arms.
I can't move my legs.
I can't move the muscles in my face.
I laid still.

They got off of me smiling wickedly.

"What should we do first?" John ask eying me up and down. What am I going to do?! Nothing. You can't do anything. Tears roll down my eyes. At lease I can still breath and cry.

"Beat her. She needs to learn her lesson." Jimmy says. Jimmy picks me up and cares me to the basement where he hangs me from the ceiling. They took off my hoodie and thank God I was wearing a shirt under.

They took turns punching me like I was a punching bag. Seeing who can get the most hits in 30 seconds. They did that about fives each since they kept wanting to beat each others scores. Next they ripped my shirt in the back and carved words. They was enjoying themselves as they took turns hurting me in different was. From punching to cutting to wiping they bruised me from shoulders to toes. And I felt it all.

They got done beating me and went upstairs to do God's knows what. I was still dangling from the ceiling. Bleeding onto the floor. After some hours, they came back taking me down and caring me upstairs. They took me to my room and put me on the bed.

"John, you go first, then Dale, then Tucker, then me. You can do two rounds each." They all noded in agreement and John striped me and himself. He didn't even hesitate.

They took turns rapping me and didn't feel bad about it whatsoever. As they did it, they was choking me, pulling my hair, biting.

This went on for hours. I was starting to gain control of my body again when Jimmy was on me for the third time. Once I gained control over my whole body. I punched him in the face and tried to get up. I was screaming and pinching and kicking while they tried to get me down again.

"Tucker go get another needle!" My cries for help intensify. I was swigging you arms around and Jimmy was trying to grab them. He got ahold of one and bended it in a weird way.

Snap!

"AHHH!" He broke my arm.

"Shut up got dam-it!" He punches me in the face repeatedly until Dale pulls him off. I cradle my arm as I roll in to a ball shaking and crying. He broke my arm. Tucker comes running in with the needle. I try to get off the bed, but John grabs me holding me as Tucker grabs my non-broken arm and sticks the needle in my veins. Just like previously, I lose control over my body.