Protegeofthedark

Freya Collymor and Eugene Hayes are worlds apart. She is the girl who has nothing while he is the boy who has everything. She’s got an abusive father. He’s got the best parents ever. She’s full of debt. He’s the heir to the biggest company ever. She’s got lashes all over her back. He’s got the looks of a model. She’s got no friends. He’s got a bunch full of followers and two loyal friends. She cannot call anyone her own to love. He’s got girls all falling on his feet.

He knows that he has it all. She knows that he has everything.
She knows that she has none at all. He knows that she has nothing.

He finds it amusing when he sees her writhe in pain. She finds it traumatizing to go to college just because of him.
He loves to bully her. 
She hates to be bullied.
He is the king.
She is just a beggar.

Both of them seem worlds apart.
Yet there is a connection between them.
A connection that made Freya’s life worse than college should have been.
A connection of past lovers who broke up with their hearts shattered completely into pieces.

You, my Bully

I looked in front of me as the girl extended her hand to me.

"Freya, right?" I shook my hands with her.

"Y-yes," I said a bit unsure. Adah Sharma is a remarkable individual who radiates beauty. With her striking black hair elegantly tied into a high ponytail, a well-defined nose, slender lips, captivating big hazel eyes, and her distinctive Indian skin tone, she exudes a natural charm.

.She had attracted many people on the first day of college. Her behaviour, fashion sense and cool-girl attitude made her one of the most sought-after girls in the first week of college.

"I am Adah!" she gave me a bright smile.

"Yes, I know." Did that sound rude?

"Freya, do you want to hang out with me?"

"Me?" I am confused. After the first week of college when no one talked to me I had lost hope of making friends. Considering that it is surprising.

"Yes, I guess you are the only Freya around here!" she giggled again.

"Oh! Yes, sure!" I smiled brightly. Finally, I am getting my chance to make friends.

"Great! Then let's go to the canteen."

Adah took me to a table with two other girls.

"Meet the other girls, Lucy and Katrina!"

Lucy and Katrina were labelled as the sidekicks of the popular Adah.

Lucy waved back unenthusiastically while Katrina seemed a bit too busy on her phone.

"Katrina, look up from your phone to see our new member at least. It's rude, you know!" Adah said smiling.

Katrina sighed looked at me and said hello.

Her sudden shrieking made me jump in fear. Shrieking always reminds me of my mom. Mom often shrieks. Lucy's shrieking should provide me comfort after all it reminds me of my mom who is in a distant far faraway land. A land extremely far away from branded coffees, luxurious vehicles, exquisite jewellery, and priceless dresses. My mom lives in a world of poverty. She lives in a world where abuse is more normal than love. She believes abuse is normal. There is no point in preaching about this. After all, how am I different from my mother? I live in the same world as my mother. I used to have thoughts of hopeless love at once. But I shattered it completely. I shattered my love into pieces. Pieces so shattered and sharp that they would hurt and draw blood from your skin if you picked them up. Lucy's shriek should have comforted me. But why does it not? Maybe because my mother shrieked when my father used to beat the hell out of her. My mother's shriek was a siren for me. It was a siren that Father was coming to me now.

These girls shrieked for just the sake of it. They will never understand what it means to shriek in pain, fear and humiliation.

"Where are you zoning out?" Adah asked.

"Did I just zone out?" I laughed scrunching my nose and making a big fake smile.

Adah and Lucy giggled at my antic while Katrina just sighed.

Chapter 5: Making Friends