Prologue // Damage
Kia
I sped walked down the hall, trying to rush into my class. A tall figure grabbed me, before I could even try to open the door. The person grabbed a hold of my neck and dragged me into the school’s basement. Pain shot through my back, as they threw me against the wall.
“Where the fuck you think you going, la’hoe.” He said hovering over me. Fear flashed over my face as I rubbed my back. A slap was thrown across my face over and over. My cheeks began to turn red. Tears burned my eyes as he sent a blow to my face, sending me flying back.
“P-please stop.” I begged scooting back, while blood leaked from my mouth.
“I’ve told your ass plenty of times to stay the fuck away from Deja.” He yelled kicking me in the face. “Yeen fucking listen!” He yelled louder sending another kick to my face.
My glasses flew off my face causing them to break. I could barely see. Alex pulled me up by my hair and brought me to his face. Alex was sexy ass hell but he was also mean ass fuck. He’s always had this hatred towards me, when I never did shit to him.
“Stay away from my sister, or else things will get worse.” He spat, sending a smirk at me. My eyes grew puffy and tears ran down my cheeks. He would bully me every time he saw me, for no reason. He dropped me on the floor causing me to hit my head on the ground. Once I saw him leave, I dug inside my purse trying to find my other pair of glasses.
I sighed in relief, once I found them inside one of my side pockets of my purse. Slowly getting up off the floor, I slid my glasses on my face and heading towards my classroom. I had 5 minutes to get to my class room. People was on the hall, but they couldn’t go get help or try to help me? Some people are just dirty nowadays...
I opened Mrs.Taylor’s classroom door and headed over to my seat. I sat in the back to stay away from Alex, but what does he do? Follow me. The class began to fill up with students, then Alex walked in and sat behind me. The bell rung and the teacher came inside the classroom. When I saw that we were having a substitute, my heart started to beat.  Every time we have sub’s, its always a bad day for me.
“Okay class I’m Mr.Brooks. I’m the sub for today, and all you have to do is do some work on these papers. Please don’t disturb me.” He said passing out the paper and the class laughed. These teachers are lazy ass fuck.
A tug on my hair, snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Gimmie a pencil girl.” He snapped at me. I turned around and handed him a pencil before he snatched it from me.
“Better.” He chuckled.
One minute he hates me then he’s sorta being nice. Can it get any worse?