Destiny’s eyes went wide and tears streamed down her face.
Her face had gone bright red the minute Lucy’s hands went to her breasts, and her body started to tremble at Lucy’s harsh words.
This was the worst kind of abuse she had ever taken in her life. But surely, she wasn’t going down without a fight this time.
She had had enough with these guys talking down to her and belittling her just because of her opinions.
This time, she was going to fight back with some words of her own.
Destiny slammed the oil lamp down on the table and glared at Lucy coldly.
“You know what? I have had enough with you guys making fun of me just because I’m a virgin and I don’t happen to drink any alcohol! Just because I don’t do the same things you do doesn’t give you the right to make fun of me! And you know I could belittle you guys too, if you like to play that kind of mind game! I can start with you right now!”
Destiny’s body was shaking with anger.
She knew better than to make fun of somebody, but her rage was clouding over her better judgment.
“I’m surprised you haven’t gotten any STD’s, you-you…y-you WHORE!”
The next thing she knew, she was slammed against the table, her arm throbbing. She looked up to see Lucy standing over her, her manicured hand balled into a fist.
She was shaking and she kicked Destiny with her high heel, making Destiny yelp in pain.
“I DARE you to say that shit again, you fucking bitch,” she whispered bitterly, sending chills down Destiny’s spine.
With that, Lucy snatched her other heel and stomped out the door, still stumbling around. Destiny was left there, curled on the floor, crying and shaking uncontrollably, her right arm and leg tensing in pain.
Just when she thought her life couldn’t get any worse, a kick, punch and bitter words woke her up from the world of Matilda Wormwood.
But fortunately for Destiny, Jason Voorhees had been watching the whole thing, and he was NOT pleased.
Am I on a roll or what?
Goodness gracious, I just can’t stop writing this. I know I’m gonna have less time to work on it though, because I don’t have that many open periods anymore and I’m not coming home at one anymore. Tch, ah well, I’ll try to write some whenever I can!
It’s funny because while I was writing the homesick scene, I could only picture myself when I was younger.
Our school gave us the opportunity to go to a huge campsite for a week. It was tons of fun until that night when I realized I wasn’t in my own bedroom.
Even though I was with my best friends, I was scared beyond belief. The only thing I really had for comfort was my stuffed dog, which didn’t leave my side all night. I just rememver feeling like I had no control over anything and I didn’t know what to do. So I cried. My friends were there for me, though, and within half an hour, I was okay.
But I know that if I was in the situation Destiny is in now, I don’t think I would be able to handle it.