MUTE AND ABUSED MATE
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Fleurie's point of view:

I suppose I tried pretty hard to fight back the first two or three timesthe scumbag hit me. But I gradually realized that when you try tophysically defend yourself against a man who is bigger, rougher, andstronger than you, you wind up inflicting more harm to yourself than tohim. Not only would I be damaged from the blows that scumbaginflicted on me, but also from my own attempts to defend myself. Ieventually learnt how to crouch away in a safe manner. Retaliation wasno longer a possibility.

and I did this yesterday, the day before, and the year before that.

I cooked for him this morning, but I didn't get any food today as well.There was pushing and shoving and throwing stuff at me at myprevious school, and there was one of the students that were squirtedsquirting me with ketchup and had Skittles candy thrown at me in thecafeteria.

I wish I had never lived a life where I fought with my body, leavingbehind persistent scars that will never go away.

Life is quite brutal. It throws messed-up stuff at you wherever you go.

I truly despise life.

I did not choose to be born on this planet.

I didn't want my mum to die.

I didn't beg for my brother to flee and abandon me.

I did not request that my scumbag of a father be screwed up in thehead.

I only hope I could replace a refuge to spare me from all of this, but I knowthere isn't one.

Walking to school is a miracle for me since when I woke up thismorning, I was sore and couldn't even walk properly due to my brokenphysique.

The sight of school makes me worry if those girls would return or if theother guy will start stalking me once more.

Walking to my locker silently with my hood up, taking out the books Ineed, and walking to my first class, which is math, and properly thatguy will be there, because yesterday when he tried to talk to me, I feltsomething pulling me to him, making me want to hug or pull him to akiss, which is strange because I've never felt that way before.

And I will never do what I feel compelled to do.

I was fourteen the last time I was with a guy. Brad was the name of mylone acquaintance in Arizona. We used to discreetly visit one another;he simply made me giggle, even if it was over the dumbest thing ever.But he abandoned me and is now gone. He was murdered in front ofmy eyes by the scumbag's hands, who stabbed him multiple times tillhe bled to death. I begged him to stop, but he was ruthlessly taking meby my hair to the backyard, digging Brad's grave, and throwing himinto that enormous hole in front of me.

Brad was an orphan, it is probably why no one asked about him orsearched for him.

I stopped everything that day, my voice, my tears from falling in frontof him, and I've never made friends with a guy or a girl since.

Graysen entered the class and sat near me; he attempted to have metalk to him, but I ignored him the entire time, not wanting anything tohappen to him like Brad.

The entire day was spent avoiding him, and the girls from earlier didnot try to intervene, believing that I could finally be at peace in school.I walked to my house, which I will never be able to call home.

I took off my worn-out converse, thinking he wouldn't call or sayanything to me, but his voice reverberated throughout the home."Some of my friends are coming to supper here, so I want to cook youdinner and not attempt to do something foolish," she says. He statedthis while forcefully grabbing my chin, and I know it will leave marks.

I go upstairs to my "bedroom," which has simple white walls and a little,cornered bed.

I changed out of my school attire and put on some more comfy ones.

I went downstairs to cook his customary meal, but I quadrupled thequantity and didn't put as much care into the dishes.

I set the dishes on the table and, as much as I want to go, I know I can't,so I'll be standing at the far end of the table, waiting for him to dismissme.

Laughter rang out throughout the house, a door slammed shut, andfootsteps approached. Here comes the scumbag and his pals, sitting onthose chairs, without even looking at me, and that was exactly what Iwanted. I've never desired attention in my life.

But it appears that I shall never obtain my wish.

"Come here right now, you bitch.” He summoned me as usual, and Iobeyed as usual.