Mistreated
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September 2nd
Harry’s POV:
I’m dreading school today since my nose is purple, no thanks to my lunatic father.
“Do you want some makeup to cover that up?” my mum leaned on the doorway. Yeah because makeup can cover up the fact that my father is a bloody areshole!
I shook my head, “I’ll just tell people I got into a fight.”
She sighed and rubbed my shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”
“If you’re sorry, then you should leave him. Let me get us away from him.”
“Harry, you know I won’t do that.”
I pulled away from her, “Then you’re not sorry,” and I walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my backpack from my bed and walked out of the house. I didn’t even want to take my car today, I’d rather walk. The later I am to school, the happier I am, if happiness is even slightly possible.
When I reached the school, I noticed no one was in the hallway. Cool, class has already started. I began walking towards my English class with Mrs. Clark. I hate English, but Mrs. Clark is actually really nice and she’s patient with my attitude. I feel bad for that lady, I practically put her through hell taking all of my anger out on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew there’s something going on with me.
I was about halfway to the classroom when I heard sniffling from behind me. I faced the girl, “Iris?” She lightly waved to me, rubbing her nose afterwards. “Hey, I didn’t know you go here. I didn’t see you at the tracks yesterday.”
“I do, and I didn’t think you’d want me there,” she rocked herself back and forth.
“Well, you can come…” I paused, feeling anxious. I actually want her there, it’s nice having quiet company. “If you want.”
She half smiled, “Okay.”
“What are you doing out here? Don’t you have class?”
She twiddled her thumbs, “I could ask you the same.”
I chuckled, “I honestly don’t want to be here, but you know, my father.”
Her half-smile turned to a frown, “I’m sorry.”
“Can you not tell anyone about it?” I gripped my backpack’s straps.
“There’s no one I’d be able to tell,” she sniffled. Poor girl, whatever’s going on with her must be happening here.
I held my hand out to her, “Well, why don’t I walk you to class?”
“I’m actually going to a different class today, Mrs. Clark’s?” Why’s she going there?
“Perfect, that’s my class.”
She walked right pass my hand. Okay? “Are you coming?”
“Yeah,” I shook off my confusion and caught up with her.
As we walked in silence, I observed her every move. At first I thought she was sniffling because she’s sick from the rain, but I noticed her eyes are puffy like she had been crying. I didn’t want to ask her though, since I wouldn’t want her asking me about my father. I can’t help but be curious though. What’s going through her mind right now? What is she going through? Does she get abused like me? She said she wished it were only her, and maybe that’s where she got her bruises. Someone hurt her, but who? Why would someone want to hurt an innocent girl like her?
When we got into the classroom, I just smiled at her and took my seat, allowing her to do what she needs to do. I show up late to this class almost every time, so Mrs. Clark doesn’t even bother to ask me where I was anymore. I noticed Mrs. Clark consoling Iris, rubbing the dainty girl’s shoulder. I could tell Iris was trying to hold back tears, explaining what’s going on with her.
“Alright class, hold on a second, I have to make a quick phone call before we begin,” Mrs. Clark said.
I took another look at the sad girl who was now hiding her face. I feel sorry for her. All I want to do is help her, but it seems like everyone nowadays doesn’t want help from anyone. Or maybe that’s just my mum. The point is, I’m scared to even try helping her, and maybe the voiceless company is exactly what she needs too. Who knows?
“Look I’m sorry Baby, I got distracted and forgot,” I pleaded my girlfriend over the phone. I’m standing in the hallway rather than being in my class so I can talk to her since I apparently forgot I was supposed to give her a ride to school today. I don’t understand the big deal, she got to skip school. She should be happy, right?
How am I not getting caught for being on my phone? Well this school has a shitty system, but I’m not exactly complaining. It’s nearly impossible to get in trouble here. Our principal doesn’t precisely seem to care what goes on around here. I think he’s cheap since he doesn’t hire any staff members to stand in the halls. Once again, I don’t really mind since I’m able to just stand here on my phone.
She growled, “Just what every girl wants to hear. ‘I forgot’.”
“Baby I-“
“Harry,” I heard a faint whisper behind me.
I turned to see Iris behind me. I nodded to her before speaking to my girlfriend again, “Hey Baby, I have to go.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on-“ I hit the END CALL button. I didn’t need to listen to her tell me how much of a jerk I am when she doesn’t even know what’s going on.
“Hey,” I smiled to the sad girl.
She nervously twisted her hair, “Wanna go get frozen yogurt?”
I nodded, “Sure, I’m ready to get out this place.” I don’t really know this girl, but I’d take anything over school and my bitchy girlfriend.
“Me too,” she let out an exhale of relief.
“I didn’t bring my car,” I began regretting my earlier decision.
She stared at the ground, “Maybe its best we don’t drive anyways.” She’s probably right since there’s been days where I wanted to crash into a pole, a building, anything. I just nodded at her and once again, we had a muted walk.
“What are you listening to?” Iris pointed to my iPhone. We now had our yogurt and were quietly sat at a table, so I plugged in my headphones and placed one earphone into my ear.
“Say Something by: A Great Big World.” She just shrugged. “Have you ever heard of them?”
She shook her head, “I’m not allowed to listen to music.” What? Why would a parent even prevent their kids from listening to music?
I furrowed my brows, “Why?”
“Because that would require taking these out,” she tucked her hair behind her ear and pointed to a device that sat in her ear.
I pointed to it, “What is that?”
“A hearing aid,” she placed her hair back over it. “And yes, I can still hear.”
“Well, I know that,” I chuckled.
She rested her cheek into the palm of her hand, “Sorry, it’s just everyone says I’m deaf.”
“And there’s a difference, I get it,” I smiled. “Well, take one out so you can listen to the song.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Iris, your parents aren’t here to yell at you about it. Quit being a wuss and take one out.”
She sighed but complied and took my other earbud, placing it where her hearing aid once was.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Anywhere I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.
For the first time, I saw a real smile plastered to her face. She swayed to the song as she continued eating her frozen yogurt, closing her eyes to take the words in deeply. I couldn’t help but beam at her. The way the corners of her mouth smiled against her flawless skin, the way her perfect blonde hair highlighted her sparkling blue-green eyes, and in a way she just lit up the song; it really was something.
“I don’t get to watch movies,” I admitted to her. My dad took my telly away and kept it for himself. Bloody Knob.
She giggled and pointed to her ear, “Huh?”
“Oh sorry.”
She swapped the earphone back with her hearing aid. “It’s okay, what did you say?” she grinned. Wow, her smile is ravishing.
“I don’t get to watch movies. Let’s make a deal.” She nodded for me to continue. “If I give you my old iPod and put some good music on it, will you bring movies for me?”
She bit her lip, “Yeah, sure. Can I watch them with you?” Why would she want to watch a movie with me? “It’s just that I’ve never really watched movies with anyone.” Her captivating smile began to fade again.
I held my hand out to her, “You know what? Deal.”
“Okay, I’ll bring them tomorrow, at the train tracks,” she stared at my hand. What is with this girl? Why can’t she just give me a handshake?
Iris’s POV:
As a cover-up, he took that same hand and began scratching his neck before resuming listening to his music. I feel bad that I didn’t just shake his hand, but who can I trust nowadays? Sure he seems like a nice guy, but so did Andrew and so did Scott. Look what they did to me. I can’t even trust one simple little handshake. I’m trying to enjoy this while it lasts, but I know that Harry will only turn on me like the rest of them. It’s only a matter of time before those dimples disappear and those bright green eyes turn dark. He’s perfect, but too perfect. This will never be real.
Earlier, I had to face Scott in my class. My fucking principal didn’t even have the teacher change seating arrangements for me. Scott still sat one person away from me, shooting me devilish grins every now and then. If you think about it, me being his target makes sense. He wanted to be in the popular crowd and what better way to do it by using the girl that everyone disrespects? Congratulations Scott, you’re a true dipshit.
Anyways, Scott’s stares were unsettling and rather scary, so I just wanted to leave. That’s exactly what I did, I just walked out. I decided I needed to find the one person who really cares, Mrs. Clark. That’s when I bumped into Harry. That was when he lent me a helping hand, and that was another time I rejected his touch. It was nice of him to offer to walk with me though.
I told Mrs. Clark about the seating arrangements and how I didn’t want to go to my class. She was kind enough to call my teacher and let him know what was going on since my principal didn’t want to fill anyone in on it. She told me I could stay in her class for the rest of the period and that my teacher said he’d move Scott away from me.
At break, I stayed in Mrs. Clark’s class. I just sat at a desk, writing words on a piece of paper: Hate, alone, cruel, pain, numbness, nobody, loser, mistreated, unwanted, unloved, judged, sad, tears. Those words play in my head like a broken record.
When next period rolled around, I found myself just staring into my classroom through the small window. These students looked happy and full of life. They’re everything I wish I was. The second I would walk into that classroom, all of those beautiful smiles would turn to scowls and frowns. I just couldn’t take another minute of being there.
That’s when I heard Harry arguing with someone on the phone. I wanted to get out of there, but something told me I should just take him with me. There’s just something about him, something that separates him from all the horrible things about this world. Maybe it’s the fact that he has problems like I do, or maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t push me around. No matter what the reason, I’m just happy to have someone being kind to me, even if it’s just for two minutes.
Once Harry and I finished our yogurt, we wound up going to the train tracks to sit and stare in the distance, the usual. I couldn’t help but wonder why he’s so nice to me. No one is nice to me. He probably doesn’t even know about all the hate around the school towards me. If he knew, he probably wouldn’t even look at me. I wish he’d never find out, but it’s going to happen eventually and when it does, I’m prepared to rid myself from this world for good.
Harry’s POV:
I’m dreading school today since my nose is purple, no thanks to my lunatic father.
“Do you want some makeup to cover that up?” my mum leaned on the doorway. Yeah because makeup can cover up the fact that my father is a bloody areshole!
I shook my head, “I’ll just tell people I got into a fight.”
She sighed and rubbed my shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”
“If you’re sorry, then you should leave him. Let me get us away from him.”
“Harry, you know I won’t do that.”
I pulled away from her, “Then you’re not sorry,” and I walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my backpack from my bed and walked out of the house. I didn’t even want to take my car today, I’d rather walk. The later I am to school, the happier I am, if happiness is even slightly possible.
When I reached the school, I noticed no one was in the hallway. Cool, class has already started. I began walking towards my English class with Mrs. Clark. I hate English, but Mrs. Clark is actually really nice and she’s patient with my attitude. I feel bad for that lady, I practically put her through hell taking all of my anger out on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew there’s something going on with me.
I was about halfway to the classroom when I heard sniffling from behind me. I faced the girl, “Iris?” She lightly waved to me, rubbing her nose afterwards. “Hey, I didn’t know you go here. I didn’t see you at the tracks yesterday.”
“I do, and I didn’t think you’d want me there,” she rocked herself back and forth.
“Well, you can come…” I paused, feeling anxious. I actually want her there, it’s nice having quiet company. “If you want.”
She half smiled, “Okay.”
“What are you doing out here? Don’t you have class?”
She twiddled her thumbs, “I could ask you the same.”
I chuckled, “I honestly don’t want to be here, but you know, my father.”
Her half-smile turned to a frown, “I’m sorry.”
“Can you not tell anyone about it?” I gripped my backpack’s straps.
“There’s no one I’d be able to tell,” she sniffled. Poor girl, whatever’s going on with her must be happening here.
I held my hand out to her, “Well, why don’t I walk you to class?”
“I’m actually going to a different class today, Mrs. Clark’s?” Why’s she going there?
“Perfect, that’s my class.”
She walked right pass my hand. Okay? “Are you coming?”
“Yeah,” I shook off my confusion and caught up with her.
As we walked in silence, I observed her every move. At first I thought she was sniffling because she’s sick from the rain, but I noticed her eyes are puffy like she had been crying. I didn’t want to ask her though, since I wouldn’t want her asking me about my father. I can’t help but be curious though. What’s going through her mind right now? What is she going through? Does she get abused like me? She said she wished it were only her, and maybe that’s where she got her bruises. Someone hurt her, but who? Why would someone want to hurt an innocent girl like her?
When we got into the classroom, I just smiled at her and took my seat, allowing her to do what she needs to do. I show up late to this class almost every time, so Mrs. Clark doesn’t even bother to ask me where I was anymore. I noticed Mrs. Clark consoling Iris, rubbing the dainty girl’s shoulder. I could tell Iris was trying to hold back tears, explaining what’s going on with her.
“Alright class, hold on a second, I have to make a quick phone call before we begin,” Mrs. Clark said.
I took another look at the sad girl who was now hiding her face. I feel sorry for her. All I want to do is help her, but it seems like everyone nowadays doesn’t want help from anyone. Or maybe that’s just my mum. The point is, I’m scared to even try helping her, and maybe the voiceless company is exactly what she needs too. Who knows?
“Look I’m sorry Baby, I got distracted and forgot,” I pleaded my girlfriend over the phone. I’m standing in the hallway rather than being in my class so I can talk to her since I apparently forgot I was supposed to give her a ride to school today. I don’t understand the big deal, she got to skip school. She should be happy, right?
How am I not getting caught for being on my phone? Well this school has a shitty system, but I’m not exactly complaining. It’s nearly impossible to get in trouble here. Our principal doesn’t precisely seem to care what goes on around here. I think he’s cheap since he doesn’t hire any staff members to stand in the halls. Once again, I don’t really mind since I’m able to just stand here on my phone.
She growled, “Just what every girl wants to hear. ‘I forgot’.”
“Baby I-“
“Harry,” I heard a faint whisper behind me.
I turned to see Iris behind me. I nodded to her before speaking to my girlfriend again, “Hey Baby, I have to go.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on-“ I hit the END CALL button. I didn’t need to listen to her tell me how much of a jerk I am when she doesn’t even know what’s going on.
“Hey,” I smiled to the sad girl.
She nervously twisted her hair, “Wanna go get frozen yogurt?”
I nodded, “Sure, I’m ready to get out this place.” I don’t really know this girl, but I’d take anything over school and my bitchy girlfriend.
“Me too,” she let out an exhale of relief.
“I didn’t bring my car,” I began regretting my earlier decision.
She stared at the ground, “Maybe its best we don’t drive anyways.” She’s probably right since there’s been days where I wanted to crash into a pole, a building, anything. I just nodded at her and once again, we had a muted walk.
“What are you listening to?” Iris pointed to my iPhone. We now had our yogurt and were quietly sat at a table, so I plugged in my headphones and placed one earphone into my ear.
“Say Something by: A Great Big World.” She just shrugged. “Have you ever heard of them?”
She shook her head, “I’m not allowed to listen to music.” What? Why would a parent even prevent their kids from listening to music?
I furrowed my brows, “Why?”
“Because that would require taking these out,” she tucked her hair behind her ear and pointed to a device that sat in her ear.
I pointed to it, “What is that?”
“A hearing aid,” she placed her hair back over it. “And yes, I can still hear.”
“Well, I know that,” I chuckled.
She rested her cheek into the palm of her hand, “Sorry, it’s just everyone says I’m deaf.”
“And there’s a difference, I get it,” I smiled. “Well, take one out so you can listen to the song.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Iris, your parents aren’t here to yell at you about it. Quit being a wuss and take one out.”
She sighed but complied and took my other earbud, placing it where her hearing aid once was.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Anywhere I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.
For the first time, I saw a real smile plastered to her face. She swayed to the song as she continued eating her frozen yogurt, closing her eyes to take the words in deeply. I couldn’t help but beam at her. The way the corners of her mouth smiled against her flawless skin, the way her perfect blonde hair highlighted her sparkling blue-green eyes, and in a way she just lit up the song; it really was something.
“I don’t get to watch movies,” I admitted to her. My dad took my telly away and kept it for himself. Bloody Knob.
She giggled and pointed to her ear, “Huh?”
“Oh sorry.”
She swapped the earphone back with her hearing aid. “It’s okay, what did you say?” she grinned. Wow, her smile is ravishing.
“I don’t get to watch movies. Let’s make a deal.” She nodded for me to continue. “If I give you my old iPod and put some good music on it, will you bring movies for me?”
She bit her lip, “Yeah, sure. Can I watch them with you?” Why would she want to watch a movie with me? “It’s just that I’ve never really watched movies with anyone.” Her captivating smile began to fade again.
I held my hand out to her, “You know what? Deal.”
“Okay, I’ll bring them tomorrow, at the train tracks,” she stared at my hand. What is with this girl? Why can’t she just give me a handshake?
Iris’s POV:
As a cover-up, he took that same hand and began scratching his neck before resuming listening to his music. I feel bad that I didn’t just shake his hand, but who can I trust nowadays? Sure he seems like a nice guy, but so did Andrew and so did Scott. Look what they did to me. I can’t even trust one simple little handshake. I’m trying to enjoy this while it lasts, but I know that Harry will only turn on me like the rest of them. It’s only a matter of time before those dimples disappear and those bright green eyes turn dark. He’s perfect, but too perfect. This will never be real.
Earlier, I had to face Scott in my class. My fucking principal didn’t even have the teacher change seating arrangements for me. Scott still sat one person away from me, shooting me devilish grins every now and then. If you think about it, me being his target makes sense. He wanted to be in the popular crowd and what better way to do it by using the girl that everyone disrespects? Congratulations Scott, you’re a true dipshit.
Anyways, Scott’s stares were unsettling and rather scary, so I just wanted to leave. That’s exactly what I did, I just walked out. I decided I needed to find the one person who really cares, Mrs. Clark. That’s when I bumped into Harry. That was when he lent me a helping hand, and that was another time I rejected his touch. It was nice of him to offer to walk with me though.
I told Mrs. Clark about the seating arrangements and how I didn’t want to go to my class. She was kind enough to call my teacher and let him know what was going on since my principal didn’t want to fill anyone in on it. She told me I could stay in her class for the rest of the period and that my teacher said he’d move Scott away from me.
At break, I stayed in Mrs. Clark’s class. I just sat at a desk, writing words on a piece of paper: Hate, alone, cruel, pain, numbness, nobody, loser, mistreated, unwanted, unloved, judged, sad, tears. Those words play in my head like a broken record.
When next period rolled around, I found myself just staring into my classroom through the small window. These students looked happy and full of life. They’re everything I wish I was. The second I would walk into that classroom, all of those beautiful smiles would turn to scowls and frowns. I just couldn’t take another minute of being there.
That’s when I heard Harry arguing with someone on the phone. I wanted to get out of there, but something told me I should just take him with me. There’s just something about him, something that separates him from all the horrible things about this world. Maybe it’s the fact that he has problems like I do, or maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t push me around. No matter what the reason, I’m just happy to have someone being kind to me, even if it’s just for two minutes.
Once Harry and I finished our yogurt, we wound up going to the train tracks to sit and stare in the distance, the usual. I couldn’t help but wonder why he’s so nice to me. No one is nice to me. He probably doesn’t even know about all the hate around the school towards me. If he knew, he probably wouldn’t even look at me. I wish he’d never find out, but it’s going to happen eventually and when it does, I’m prepared to rid myself from this world for good.
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