One Roof With Five Hot Jerks

Maxine’s Point of View

I felt the blood on my lips when the fat woman slapped me. I closed my eyes in pain, I couldn’t even wipe the blood when I felt that they were kicking me again.

“That’s enough,” Ferries interrupted, and she squatted to match me, “Don’t ever talk back again because if you repeat it you’ll get worse.”

Instead of answering I spat at her. She backed away and almost died of disgust.

I smirked, “Fuck. You. Bitch.”

“Argh! Destroy her!” She shouted and her pets approached me again.

Damn. What they give me now hurts even more. When a woman with a mirror passed by, I tried to reach her foot, causing her to stop walking.

“Help… me…” I asked for help but the woman quickly removed my hand and ran away.

I heard the woman torturing me laugh, “No one will help you even if you beg in front of them!”

I can already feel the swelling in my eye. Not because of crying but because of what they did to me. Every time they step on me sometimes they hit my eye, and every time they do that my head hits the ground. I feel like I have a lump in my head.

I can no longer bear the pain. Gradually, my body became numb. They are doing too much to me, if I just look at my body in the mirror now I will probably be full of bruises.

“Okay, enough.” Ferries spoke again. She picked up the food I had thrown away earlier and placed it in front of me, “Aren’t you hungry? Eat.” She commanded me while smiling. I shook. She violently pulled my hair, I was now looking up at her, “When I say eat, eat!” She said and tried to feed me my dirty food.

I heard laughter around. It was as if I was about to cry because I was about to choke. She put the dirty rice in my mouth and covered my mouth, so I wouldn’t spit out the food. I could do nothing but eat that. I want to cry. I want to cry so bad. There were already a lot of people around, and they were all just watching. They were all looking at me and laughing. After I swallowed the last grain of rice Ferries just left my mouth.

“Gross,” Ferries said then walked away from me.

I bent down and held back my tears. Soon I heard the spectators slowly leaving. So I simply peeked around. I’m right, they’re leaving.

“Let’s go, we might be late.” Ferries said and they left me.

When they left, I just bit my lower lip while my head remained bowed. I still hold back from tears. I struggled to stand even though my knees were weakening. I had to stand up several times until I won. And when I lifted my head, I saw only one person.

He was standing on a pole while looking deeply at me. We stared at each other until he himself give up and decided to leave.

Has he been watching before? But why didn’t he even help me? Does he enjoy watching me struggle? I sighed, right, we’re not friends after all. I even accused him that he was the one who planned to throw garbage on my table.

“Wendy?” I turned to the speaker. When he confirmed that I was the one he was referring to as ‘Wendy’, he immediately approached me with a worried face, “What happened?” He held my hands, “Who did this?”

I weakly took my hand away from him and averted my eyes from him, “None of your business.”

“Come. Let’s go to the infirmary.” He took my hand again but I immediately withdrew it.

“Stop it,” I turned to him, “Stop pretending like you care. Just admit that you have a new plan that’s why you’re doing this.”

“Can’t you just go with me? Let’s cure your wounds.” He looked at me straight to the eye, “I’m trying to prove myself to you that I’m sincere.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “And then you will break my trust again.” I made a pale smile.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Whatever you think, I don’t care. Just come with me first.”

I didn’t refuse anymore because my body was too weak to fight with him. I just went with him until we got to the infirmary.

There was no nurse inside so he cleaned my wounds. My arm was bruised, and the edge of my lip was cracked. I have a lump in my head and eye. My cheeks are red and it looks like it’s turning violet.

“Does it hurt?” Louis asked as he cleaned the wound on my lip.

I just shook my head in response. I was numb because I could no longer feel the pain. I’m afraid of alcohol because it hurts every time it’s applied to the wound, but now I can’t even feel the pain.

Louis heaved a sigh, “Just go home first. Let me take you home.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I nodded, “Just call the driver.”

“No,” he insisted, “I’ll go with you.”

“Why?” I looked at him boring, “Are there surprises waiting for me again?”

“Look,” he held my hand and put it into his legs, “Let’s not think about the past from now on and let’s move forward. Because even me, I don’t want to remember that. I don’t know why I am doing this but please trust me again. ”

“That’s not going to be easy,” I withdraw my hands.

He nodded, “I know that’s why I said I will wait. Let me just do what I want to do for you.”

We stared at each other for a while, it just stopped when the nurse came and that’s when we decided to leave the infirmary. Louis held my hand as we walked, he told me to just let him because I might suddenly fall on the road. I just didn鈥檛 argue anymore and let him because I was also feeling anytime I could fall down due to the weakness of my body.

We stopped in front of the men鈥檚 locker. Louis turned to me and then let go of my hand, “Wait for me here, okay? Don’t leave.” He ordered before entering the locker room.

And just like he said, I just waited there. Not long after, he also returned with a jacket.

He smiled when he handed it to me, “Here. Wear this.”

“Why?”

He clicked his tongue before he approached me, “Just do it,” and forced me to put his jacket on.

It was big but comfortable. His jacket is also fragrant. “Thank you,” I said.

“No worries. Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” Then he took my hand again and we started walking.

We were close to the parking lot when we saw Alyn. He was standing there while carrying a plastic bag and looked at us. We stopped in front of him and I saw him smirk.

“What am I seeing, Louis?” He turned to Louis.

“I just helped her,” Louis answered and tightened the grip on my hand.

Alyn’s gaze went to our hand, but he immediately returned it to Louis, “You helped her? Why?”

“Because that’s what we have to do, protect her.”

Alyn smirked, 鈥淭hen, did you protect her when she was ganged up earlier?

“What about you?” I enter into the conversation, “Did you help me when I was ganged up earlier?”

“That wasn’t my job,” he turned to me, “I’m not your body guard. Plus, you deserve it.”

“Alyn, don’t say such things!” Louis exclaimed.

“Whatever,” Alyn shook his head before turned away.

“Don’t mind him, let’s go.” Said Louis and we continued walking.

“Jerk,” I whispered to myself. I just clenched my fist in annoyance. Of all demons alyn is the most of all. I am fucking hate him so much, I could die!