Chapter 3 Teasing

I woke up to a constant pounding on the door. I would like to die in my sleep. I slip out of my covers and slowly get out of bed and walk toward the door.

"Ivy get up." I hear my aunt's voice from the other side of the door still knocking.

"I'm up," I say in a tired voice, not daring to open the door.

"Thank god." I can hear my aunt speaking in a quiet voice. ''Why is the door closed? Are you okay sweetie?''

''Yes. I'm fine.'' I say from behind the door, praying that she won't tell me to open it.

"Alright, honey. When you're ready, come to the kitchen to eat something before you go to school. " after saying this, she left. I went to the mirror in my room and a gasp left my lips. I knew I would have some bruises on my face, but my face was covered with them. There were spots with dark and purple hues. My neck too. I lifted up the back of the shirt and there was also a big bruise on my lower back and it hurt a lot. I tried to hold back the tears and put my shirt down, not wanting to look anymore.

I wore a pair of black leggings and an oversized black hoodie. I put my hood over my head to cover my face since I didn't have any makeup to cover it. I grabbed my backpack and reached for my door and tried to open it slowly. I managed to get out of my room without anyone seeing me and ran to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth and wash my face.

After I finished washing my face and teeth, I left the bathroom. I hear footsteps coming from the kitchen, and I slowly lower my head and pull the hood a little further to cover my face. I get to where we keep our shoes and kneel down to put on my sneakers. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I don't dare turn my face. Fear overwhelms me and I start to panic.

"Ivy I told you to come and eat something before you go," says my aunt.

''No thanks, I'm not hungry. Plus I'll be late for school.'' I say, putting on my other shoe and standing up to my full height, and heading for the door. ''Goodbye. See you after school. I love you.'' and with that, I leave the house and head for the elevator. I press the button and after a few seconds, the door does not open. God hates this old building. I started to go down the stairs and made sure not to trip myself and bruise my face even more. I successfully got to the bottom of the stairs and went to the main door. As soon as I stepped out of the building, the cold November air hit my face, sending shivers down my body.

I take my air pods from my pocket that my aunt bought me with her savings and put them in my ears and put on some music. I started walking to my school because I couldn't afford a bus. I know it's embarrassing, but I spent the last of my savings on renovating my bedroom so I could at least have a bed to sleep on. After half an hour, I arrived at this hell hole. I entered the school, making sure my hood was covering my face, and headed to my locker, to put on my combination. I open and pick up the books I will have for today. I could hear my name being called, but I decided to ignore it and turn up the music volume. I closed the locker and turned to go to my class, but as soon as I turned, I bumped into someone. I let out a sigh of frustration and didn't bother to look up, but failed because just as I tried to walk to my classroom, a hand grabbed me and pulled me back, slamming my back against the lockers.

"Where are you going?" a voice is heard. I still keep my head down, knowing exactly who it is. Emily has been a pain in the ass since first grade, and since she started dating Roman, she hasn't left me alone. Apparently, she's been jealous of me even for breathing, and I have no idea why. It still confuses me.

"Emily, please, I don't have time to deal with you. I have a class to attend.'' I say and try to go where I had to go, but I fail again because I was slammed into the lockers again.

"Oh, come on. Why don't we have a little chat? I really missed you yesterday. " I get my head up and stare directly at her. God, I don't want to deal with her. Not today. I see two of her minions behind her glaring at me and some of the boys from the football team behind her leaning against the wall. And here is Roman. The boy I hate with all my being. We used to be friends, but after my parents died, I just become distant and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. Ever since he joined the football team he started to become more and more popular at school and all the girls would fall on their knees just to talk to him. I on the other hand couldn't care less. I mean there are a lot of guys with tall and muscular bodies. His mesmerizing green eyes that I could stare at for the rest of my life. His plumb lips and his gorges smile witch shows a perfect view of his white pearly teeth. God. What the hell am I thinking? I hate guys. I hate this guy and nothing can change my mind. My eyes went back to Emily who was looking at me like she was going to kill me at any moment. Good luck with that one. If she wants some little chat, I'll give her a 'little chat'.

"Hey, Emily. How are you? I like what you did with your hair today.'' I say this with a sarcastic tone and a fake smile on my face.

"Well thank you," she says, taking some hair in her hand and twirling it on her finger. This bitch is desperate for some attention.

''How do you get it to come out of the nostrils like that?'' I say, looking down at her nostrils with a confused look. Some chuckles are heard from behind, and I take a look and my eyes fall on Roman, who has a hand to his mouth trying to contain his laughter.

''You little shit. You think you're funny, heh,'' she says, grabbing my hand. A smirk is now on my face. ''But guess what. You full of shit."

''Oh come on, we all know who's full of shit here. You're making even the toilets jealous.'' I said, forcing my hand out of her grip and heading to my class with out saying another word.

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This is my last class. Music. The only reason I come to school on Mondays and Thursdays. I go to the classroom, and to my surprise, it is empty. I take my place and wait for the others to come. After a couple of minutes, no one comes, and my eyes fall on the piano in the corner of the classroom. I like to play the piano. It's basically the reason I breathe. The only good thing left in my miserable life. I looked at it and it was dying to be played. I give up the urge not to play it and drop my backpack on my seat and walk over to the piano and sit on the small stool. I open the fallboard and run my fingers to the keys. I miss this feeling.

I started playing my favorite song, Jamie Duffy- Solas. I was enjoying the sweet melody coming from the piano, but as I was playing, I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye and immediately stopped playing and turned my head. The person who was standing there was now completely gone. I got up from the stool and went to get my bag and left the classroom. Since I had no other classes to attend, I headed home. On the way, I made sure to stop to get something to eat before heading home.

I entered the house and immediately went to my room. I hate it when I try to avoid others, but I can't go out in front of my aunt in this state.

I undressed and put on my pajamas and went to my bed to start my homework. I hate assignments, but it's the least I can do if I want to pass. Tomorrow I will try to convince the principal, to give me some extra work to make up for the days I have missed. Hopefully he agrees. A light knock was heard on the door of my room.

''Ivy. Do you want me to make you something to eat, honey?''

"No thanks, Ava, I've got something on the way home."

"Okay honey," she said, and the sound of her footsteps began to fade. I continued with my homework.

It's already 9 pm and I'm exhausted. I put all the books on the small table and lay down to sleep. The moon was full, and the stars shone brighter than ever. I miss my parents. A lot. I don't want to live in this house anymore. I don't want to be afraid to go somewhere because a monster decided to make my life a living hell. I want a normal life like all the other people my age, but it seems I'm only destined to suffer. A few tears came out of my eyes, and I cried myself to sleep.