Chapter 4 An angel sent from above

Everyone was laughing at my weak state, some even recorded.

My whole life I covered myself, now everyone saw my hair, saw me in such a pathetic state. A coward, a crybaby. My whole life, I was nice to everyone; I helped anyone, never judged nor insulted anyone.

Only because my precious god told us to do well to those who did badly to us and never stop at their level, it was the most painful punishment. Yet, all that people did is despise me, judge me, and insult me. Why does it have to be me?

Is it because I had no one to protect me? Or was it all a test from God?

I let nothing get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up. Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies. However, this was unacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and looked at my puffy red eyes and my dirty headscarf. I looked like shit, how can I survive when those people post that video on the net?

I sat on the bathroom floor crying, would it have been like this if my dad was still alive? I wondered.

I guess not. How I missed how no one dared to neither insult nor even send a glare my way. All because they feared my dad. No one judged me, or my religion. Now that he is gone, they found a reason to bully me, to make me feel bad.

What has the world turned out to be like, hate someone for what? Because you are different because your religion is different? This is unfair, why does the worst happen to the most innocent people?

I lost track of time, thinking how beautiful it would have been if he was here and me living a normal life with my small family. Mom, dad, and me. Tears now dried on my face, I missed my morning classes I was sure. Everything was silent except the sound of my breathing.

Suddenly, I heard the clicking of heels in the hallway, getting closer and closer to the bathroom, it stopped at the door. Whoever was there pushed the door open; I raised my eyes only to be met with a gorgeous woman holding a black box in her hands.

She smiled at me; I looked at her up and down; she was wearing a white blouse and a black knee-length skirt paired with black high heels. My eyes scanned her beautiful figure landing on her gorgeous face.

She had white soft skin, naturally red lips, and chocolate brown eyes with dark straight hair that reached her tiny waist. She was gorgeous, yet so natural and professional.

Who was she? A new teacher?

She raised a brow; I blinked. Suddenly, I realized I was checking her out and said nothing to her, my eyes widened, my face turning red from such a shameful act.

She chuckled softly, leaving the box in the bathroom stall coming closer to me, the clicking of her heels echoing in the whole room.

"Be strong sweetie; remember they don't deserve your precious tears." She said before leaving me shocked and frozen staring at the box as if it holds some kind of bomb and it will explode at any minute. Did she see all that happened this morning? I could not help but think that was so odd.

I opened the box carefully, only to find a white silky headscarf that looked expensive and a velvet card. I grabbed it, there is immaculate handwriting written:

*When I get back, I will come to your rescue*

*_A*

A? Who could that be? Could it be that woman?

Otherwise, I could not help but think whoever sent this is an angel sent from above. I wore the scarf, fixing my hair. Looking at my reflection, this time I looked better. I went home since I was sure I could not endure the harsh stares of the students, at least not today, I was emotionally drained and I knew it.

I put the dirty scarf in my bag and headed home. I am pretty sure Mom won't be home. Well, my stepdad would be somewhere with his nasty friends.

I walked home since it was 10 minutes away that would help me relax I was sure. Walking silently, my head low I could not help but think everyone already seen that video, and I could not stand any more humiliation.

I reached home having a bad feeling in my stomach. My day couldn't get worse, right? I thought ignoring the ugly feelings I was getting. I opened the door and headed straight to the stairs heading to my room in case anyone was home. Maybe my step-sis will come around these days.

Let's just say, she is worse than anyone, and she was the reason, people started bullying me. I didn't even reach the middle of the stairs when I heard a crashing sound in the living room.

My heart started beating fast; I didn't think anyone would be home. Being the coward I am, I escaped and run to my room and lock the door. But, I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard his voice.

The voice that would make me shake in fear, just with a simple word.

"Why the hell are you home?" He said. I froze.

My stepdad was home and he was drunk.