Ambers P.O.V

"Looking as ugly as ever you pig! your dress looks like actual trash! Wait that's offensive to the trash!"

"Aw did your brother make you this dress because your shitty family can't actually afford to buy you decent clothes!"

Insult after insult was thrown at me and my once great mood changed dramatically to rock bottom.

"Come on you fat pig, fight back!" The queen bee, also known as Jade spat at me in disgust and pure amusement at my struggling, Jade grabbed hold of my shoulders and started violently shaking the life out of me. Her group of friends started laughing at me and pointed their hot pink manicured fingers at me, this quickly turned into most of the school watching around us and spectating in a circle, all gossiping to each other and screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

My head was spinning, my vision was blurry and my whole body went into shutdown as she harshly pushed my shoulder into my own metal locker, the pain was immediate as I collided with the metal door, I whimpered in pain and this only fuelled her even more as she pushed my limp body to the dirty floor, making Dylan's dress all dirty and ruined.

I didn't even have a single chance to fight back and defend myself because the four girls started kicking my lifeless body repeatedly. Four against one, I had no chance!

I had given up and just laid there in defeat, I could feel my skin turn fifty different colours as bruise after bruise was forming and coating the majority of my fair skin.

"THAT'S ENOUGH GIRLS!" I heard a loud voice boom in the corridor, everyone silenced, and the girls stopped kicking and the pain of my body came at me full force, letting a single tear run down my right cheek.

Loneliness depression hopelessness and numbness were the only emotions I was experiencing at this moment.

I didn't move a single muscle and let my body go into auto-pilot, all my body allowed me to hear was lots of stomping footsteps and girl's laughter echoing inside my mind like a never-ending tape.

If bruises could cry, then mine would be right now and a river would be flowing throughout this corridor, washing away the hate and bitches that roam these halls each day.

If the Purge was real and legal, then let's just say that the police will have to drag a large number of student's bodies from this building, and a warning...it's going to be very messy so bring your gloves!

I stop my murderous thoughts when a large body descends to my level and looks at me with sad and sympathetic eyes, I blink a few times to bring my body back to life and come back to my sad reality.

"Are you okay darling?" Do I look okay?! – is what I wanted to say.

I shook my head because I was in no mood to open my mouth and speak words. He nodded to himself and then proceeded to look me up and down with a disgusted look on his face. Gosh, do I look that bad? My mother said I look beautiful...I knew she was lying.

"Come on sweetie, let's patch you up." Mystery man said whilst placing his hands under my armpits and lifting me to my feet. He let me go which was a big mistake because I wobbled on my feet and was about to collapse but luckily he saw that in time and caught me, he then lifted me up and placed me on his hip and started walking, this is usually how my brothers pick me up and transport me around the house. I didn't think teachers could touch students like this?

He pushed open a door and set me down on a padded wheelchair, I looked around the room and noticed we were in a medical room with depressing and bleak walls with multiple stains and brightly coloured posters dotted around the room, mostly posters about contracting STD's and preventing teenage pregnancies, wow is this is how high schools have developed over the years? students have become more irresponsible and slutty.

Hatred for my classmates and the school bitches was growing and growing inside me and the feeling of punching and destroying something was building up inside me that I don't know how long I can contain myself. Holy moly I'm turning into Isaac which is something I never thought would happen in a million years!

My thoughts left when I felt a cold moist towel touch my face, I looked to find my school nurse cleaning my cheek for some reason.

"Okay Amber you're probably confused right now and I think that could be due to a minor concussion when you were slammed against that locker and cut your cheek, but don't worry we have called your brother Dylan and he is arriving shortly to pick you up." The nurse said whilst rubbing my shoulder up and down. I nodded my head slowly and looked down at my lap to see my ruined dress with multiple rips and brown dirt marks smeared on the delicate fabric. This made me feel guilty and slightly disappointed in myself for failing Dylan, I can't help but think ruining this dress was all my fault and Dylan's going to be so upset when he sees it.

Not long after tears blur my vision and cascade down my bruised and cut cheeks and soak into the ruined dress, on the plus side, at least my tears are cleaning the dirt off.

The doors to the medical room suddenly slam open and a very scared and worried Dylan stood still in a state of shock, his hands were shaking and his eyes held so much concern for his baby sister.

"Oh princess..." Dylan croaked out whilst sniffling back his sadness. Dylan charged towards me and wrapped his comforting arms around my fragile form, I winced at the contact and my body was aching all over.

"Shit! sorry pumpkin." Dylan mumbled in my neck and loosened his arms but still had a firm rip on the back of my neck.

"Come on, let's wheel the princess out of the building!" Dylan exclaimed in a voice that held fake authority and power, this made me and the nurse laugh at him at his...well Dylannesss!

The nurse held open the doors for us and talked to Dylan briefly about how to clean my cuts and to take a few days rest. Soon enough he wheeled me to his matt black Jeep, picked me up and deposited me in the leather heated seat.

Dylan climbed in and took this opportunity to look over at me properly, assessing all my injury's.

"Oh hunny! Purple and green is not a good look for you!" Dylan screamed whilst holding my face in his hands and his thumbs outlining what I presume to be my forming bruises on my face. I look into his eyes and see pure sadness and heartbreak when he is scanning my face.

"I'm gonna pull out those blonde bitch's fake ass extensions when I get my newly pampered and highly moisturised hands on them!" he seethes in rage. He turns the car on and pulls away from the school territory, and drives in the direction of my safe haven, home sweet home.

"I hope my nails leave deep scars on their over fake-tanned skin!" Dylan was silently raging in the car and digging his long nails into the steering wheel, plotting many ways he will 'Turn them into trash'

"I will pull all four of them by their bleach blonde hair, tie their hair onto my glass chandelier, get a sharp machete and repeatedly stab them in their self-starved bodies and let them bleed out into four buckets, one for each of course because there is going to be too much blood and the bucket will overflow! I will use their blood for good use and use it to dye my fabric to make red sexy dresses for us queens to wear!" Dylan squealed with excitement.

"Ooh ooh no I'm not done yet! I'm then going to burn each of their bodies, turn them to ashes and use those ashes to make diamonds and make diamond necklaces out of them, then all the family can wear each bitch around their neck and showcase to everyone that is thinking about messing with you, to back the fuck off and never mess with me or a Hutton for that matter!" Dylan concluded with a satisfied and pleased look, I look over at him with a horrified expression which Dylan only smirked at.

Ten seconds of pure silence surround us but Dylan's deafening high pitch scream vibrated around the car and caused me to scream back in surprise, my heart was beating out my chest and I looked over at him with worry.

"I forgot! I need to go to Starbucks and treat us with ice coffees to make you feel better, ITS OUR TRADITION HOW COULD I FORGET?! I'm such a bad brother!" Dylan said and hit himself on the forehead at his own 'stupidity'

I looked back to the road in front of us and let out a shaky breath, my brothers need help!...

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