Ptelea watches the house from the road. It was dark and the only light was from the windows in the house. She could hear laughing and screaming, even from the road. She sighs and begins the trek through the grass, trying to be as quiet as possible. If she managed to make it to her room, the bully wouldn't be able to hurt her. Though, she never made it.
She reaches the house and peaks inside, heart racing. She really didn't want to get punched again. She turns the handle slowly and slips inside. No kids were in the kitchen. She sighs in relief and heads to the stairs.
"Hello bitch girl." A voice says from behind her. She gasps and whirls around. Two boys were behind her with baseball bats. They smirk and walk towarss her, backing her into the counter. "You didn't clean my room and I lost privileges for two weeks." The bully from earlier snaps, putting a hand on her shoulder and throwing her to the ground.
Ptelea cries out as she scrambles away from them, looking around for anything to use to protect herself. "I'm sorry!" She cries.
The boy grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet, before dragging her to the back door. "You're going to pay for this girl." He snarls, kicking open the door and throwing her out on the yard. Ptelea hiccups and crawls away, before getting to her feet and running into the grass.
The other boy intercepts her and tackles her, pinning her to the ground, holding her by the neck. She coughs and kicks feebly, trying to get away.
The older boy walks over with the bat. "Any last words princess?" He smirks, before driving the butt end of the bat into her right eye.
She passes out from the pain.
Ptelea comes to the next morning, still in the grass. Her left eye was swollen completely shut. She whimpers and manages to open her right eye. She lifts a hand to her face and gasps, feeling the left side completely bruised and sore. She sobs softly as she checks herself over. Nothing seemed to be broken, but her hair was torn from her head in bloody clumps. She would have to cut it again... Dust coated her knees which were scratched and bloody.
She slowly gets to her feet and then cries out as she tries to use her left arm. Dislocated again... She thinks, tears forming in her eyes.
She uses her other arm to push herself up. She whimpers and heads slowly back to the house. She hoped her one and only friend would be there. She needed to reset the arm...or go back to the hospital again...