Bully to Bully

Harsh Lessons

Louis grimaced at me and cracked his knuckles.

"Grab him boys" He told the others and Niall and Liam grabbed me by my arms and held me roughly so that I couldn't move.

"Hey! Get off!" I grunted at them.

"What are you doing?! Get off! Help! Help!" I was yelling, I wanted to be far away from here, this was not happening at this school.

Louis was in my face in one fast stride. He snatched my curls and held them in a tight fist, he then lowered down to my head level.

"Looks like you need to be taught some lessons Curly." I whimpered at the the pain coursing through my scalp, making my eyes prickle and burn with tears.

Louis threw my head back and I wanted to hold it but I was restrained after a few struggles. He started pacing up and down in front of me whilst Zayn stood to the right observing the scene.

"Your first lesson Curly," Louis started with his head held high like he was teaching a class. "is to never talk. All day you have tried to ask questions, talk to me, why you even just tried to call for help. Tut, tut, tut," he says shaking his head.

"Well time to learn your lesson."

He advanced towards me and stood in a stance. I couldn't believe what was happening, next thing I knew- a powerful fist collided with my lungs.

I gasped first in shock and then deepened the gasp in pain. I tried and choked back my rapid breaths and blinked away the tears.

Another fist and another fist. I was doubled over now and Niall and Liam couldn't do anything about it. I felt like I could throw up right there but I really just wanted to curl up and wrap my arms around my torso tightly, protecting me from more pain.

Louis paused for a moment whilst Niall and Liam hoisted me back up again so that I was completely open to Louis' hits. I felt like I was on a crucifix.

"Never" A punch.

"Ever" Another punch.

"Ever" Punch.

"Ever" Punch.

"Talk" Harder punch.

"Scream" Harder.

"Yell" Harder.

"Or" Harder.

"Ask" Harder.

"For" Harder.

"HELP!" He spat the last word in my face and the last punch was harder than the rest.

I sucked in a shattering breath, unable to speak. My lungs were like rocks and pain was radiating all over my stomach. Tears blurred my sight and all I wanted to do was to grip my stomach to try an hug the pain away.

I barely saw Louis gesture a lowering motion and I was dropped suddenly to the floor. I sucked in another tight breath and my face contorted in pain. I realised my freedom but I didn't run, I just curled into a tight ball.

I hugged myself so tightly to try and quell the throbbing and I rocked slightly as an instinct to the pain. My eyes are shut closed because I couldn't think right now and pain was written all over my face.

"Time for your second lesson Curly." Louis bent down to me and squatted down near my shoulders, one foot standing on my curls.

I whimpered at the thought of more pain but I kept my eyes closed the whole time.

"Zayn likes this lesson though." He straightened his legs and walked away.

"Hey Curly." I hear Zayn's voice floating around so I presumed that he was walking around. "second lesson is no running. You haven't done this yet so well done, but this is what you'll get if you do."