I woke up later than I should, but managed to get myself ready for the hell I was about walk into today. As I was about to leave my room to meet up with Tom to leave, Dad popped into the door way.
"You never get up before 9, Dad," I noticed as I grabbed my bag.
"Noelle woke me up today and I want to be up if and when I get a phone from the school to pick you up, I won't be keeping you waiting long," Dad said.
"I'm hoping nothing will happen, Dad. I don't want to fight her," I told him.
"I know, but if she attacks you, I want you to go down swinging," Dad hugged me quickly and kissed my forehead before allowing me to go downstairs to meet up with Tom to leave for school.

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I was lacing up my sneakers after gym. I was the last girl inside, but that changed when that bitch walked in with two jocks as well.
"You guys aren't supposed to be here," I snapped at the guys.
"We're the only one's here, Gaskarth. This time, Jack isn't here to win your battles for you," she sneered.
"I'm not afraid of you," I told her.
"You should be," she swung her hand to slap me and I put my arm up to block her.
I decided I could hit her now since she hit me first. I clench my hand into a tight fist and punched her straight in the face, nailing her in her eye and leaving a shiner behind.
"Get her," she commanded the jocks.
They grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. I struggled under their grip, but I couldn't get free.
"Let's get even for making Jack break my heart," she snickered as she jumped onto my left hand, I heard the terrifying snap of the bones in my fingers and wrist. I screamed in pain as my hand was crushed. Then she jumped onto my right forearm and broke one of the bones there, resulting in another scream from me.
I managed to finally get free of the jocks' grip and I kicked them in their balls and then I kicked the bitch in her shin, making her fall to her knee. I then kneed her in her face, knocking her over. The gym teacher came in and saw my hand was swollen and every looked out of place and saw my forearm was bent in a way it shouldn't.

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"Stella," Mom cried as she came into my room in the hospital. I just got out of surgery to repair my hand and forearm before I could be placed into my casts.
"Mommy," I greeted her, still groggy from the drugs the doctor put me on to operate on me.
"Did you fight back," Dad asked.
"I did, but she got me isolated and out numbered," I told him, "I guess I won't be able to play guitar for a while."
"When you heal up, I'm sure you'll be able to pick it bakc up again," Dad smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Does Jack know what happened," I asked.
"We told him you were at the hospital. He's going to come visit you when he can. His parents aren't home so he has to stay with Alex and Olivia," Dad said. Poor Jack got stuck baby sitting again. I get it all the time so I know how it feels.
"What's going to happen with the band," I looked over to my twin brother, hoping that I can still play, but just get someone else to play my guitar while I heal up.
"I'm learning all of your guitar parts from Jack and I'll be playing while you're healing," Tom said.
"I'm sorry I didn't try harder to fight her off, Dad," I looked at my father again, I knew my eyes were tearing up for letting him down again. I knew I was stronger than this.
"You went down swinging, Stell. That's all I care about," Dad ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead again.
I'm going to make sure you get no satsifaction from this, bitch. Jack is mine and he belongs with me. You can move on because he isn't going back to you.

Notes

Stella's tough, too bad her bones aren't. She'll get better soon.
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