Chapter 3
[DISCONTINUED] familyJoy had just gotten into high school. She was happy, not knowing what high school actually was. She always thought it'd be just the same as middle school, but it was far from that.
It had been some months and weird rumors had already started to spread. They ranged all the way from a someone being slapped to someone being pregnant.
Joy always wanted to stay away from these gossips, she thought she was way better than these low life people who spread rumors. But little did she know one was circulating about her too.
"Bobby I already told you I don't like you, could you please leave me alone?" She was far from irritated, this guy won't stop staring, or sometimes even following her.
"Please just one date, what would that cost you Joy? I promise I'll make it worth your time." This guy Bobby said now tugging into her arm like he already has a right to touch her.
"ing stay away from me and don't ever try to touch me again." Joy huffed. Her eyes filled with anger. She can't even figure out why Bobby was being like this. She'd already rejected him multiple times.
Bobby didn't give up. He looked around to see people attracted towards thier argument and he looked like he mentally said to himself that he won't lose. So he moved forward and tried to hold Joy by the arm again trying to usher her away from the crowd. Joy was quick to push his arm away.
"I said stop." Those were the only words that escaped .
"Oh come on you can atleast give me a kiss, huh?" He moved forward trying to kiss Joy. Next thing she knew her arm went straight to his face. He was now holding onto his face looking around, humiliated.
", what the . You ing . Is that how your mom hit your dad so he ran away huh?"
She felt weak.
For so long she just pretended as if people weren't talking about her, as if she didn't know they were. About her dad to be specific. Making up stories on why she doesn't have a dad.
She ran.
She just ran. Far away from people. Tears were now rolling down her cheek rapidly. She felt angry, sad, weak. She felt guilty because a random guy said about her mother and she didn't do anything. She just ran, like a weak person, who couldn't even handle some words.
She didn't realise that running led her straight to her house. She walked in thinking she'd be alone, but as soon as she entered the main gate she saw a car, her mother's car.
She pretended, pretended that it didn't hurt, pretended that tears weren't fighting to come out, pretended that she was okay.
"Joy, why are you here so early?" But her mother, as always saw right through her façade.
"Are you crying? Come here and tell me what happened? Did someone say something?" H
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