Conflicts
POV: Elena
We return to the classroom after lunch. Chemistry class is simply horrible, what's the need to know how to calculate the ionic properties of chemical elements?
My head is exploding from thinking so much when the bell rings announcing the end of class.
Anabela laughs at my expression since she loves chemistry. She must be crazy, poor thing.
We walk to the next class when I say that I need to go to the bathroom. She reminds me that we only have ten minutes to be in class.
My shoulder has been bothering me since the second class and I need to take off the bandage to see how it is.
I go into the bathroom and take off my sweatshirt, unrolling the bandage from my shoulder and see that the cut has a yellowish appearance and is very red around it.
This is not good at all.
I clean it with soap and water as much as the pain allows and carefully bandage it again. I'm putting on my sweatshirt when the bathroom door opens.
Eloisa walks in with two other girls who Vivian told me were the cheerleading captains.
"Look, you're not unwanted," one of the girls says, looking at me.
I simply ignore her and make my way out of the bathroom and the other girl walks in front of me.
"My name is Shirley and this is my cousin Alana," the girl in front of me says.
"Nice to meet you, but I'm late," I say and gesture for her to move out of the way.
"But we were so excited to meet you," Alana says with false sympathy.
"Be nice, Elena," Eloisa says coldly and I look at her with hatred.
"Like I said, I'm late," I say irritably and try to walk past but Alana pulls my hair.
Pain runs through my already bruised scalp and I groan.
"Your sister told us that your brothers don't want you," Sheila says, coming closer. "But you still try to get attention." I see Eloisa in my peripheral vision and she is smiling.
"Then let's help her make you understand that you have to know your place," Alana whispers in my ear and then waves to Sheila.
Alana throws me to Sheila who holds my arms.
The first blow doesn't hurt that much, but the others knock the breath out of my lungs and make my stomach hurt.
One of the blows hits my shoulder and makes me scream in pain.
Even with them hitting me, I refuse to cry. It's been years since I've shed a tear and I'm not going to do it for these bitches.
Eloisa records everything with her phone and when they get tired, they throw me to the ground. I hit my head because I can't keep my balance.
"I hope you learn the dear lesson, the place of the trash is not here," Eloisa speaks and the three leave the bathroom.
I lose a few minutes trying to get up when the bathroom door opens and Anabela enters.
"What happened to you?" She asks me and approaches, but I just raise her hand, indicating for her to stay where she is.
I support myself in the sink and clean the blood and run from my mouth because of the cheek cut by a slap I received.
"I met the fans leaders, they are friendly girls," I speak with irony while I recover.
"Are you well?" She asks me worried and I agree.
My wish is to kill Eloisa, but Lorenzo asked not to fight at school and I'm already in bad leaves with my brothers, and I doubt they believe in me.
"Anabela is everything okay with your friend?" A male voice asks Anabela who smiles at me a little nervous.
"Yes, yes, it was just a girl problem," she answers and I can hear a sigh outside.
"Okay, I'm going back to my Hermana class," the boy responds and I hear steps.
"Hermana?" I ask exasperated.
"I'm sorry, he was going through the hall when I was coming," she says nervously.
I take a deep breath and fix myself to go back to class.
"Let's go to the ward and take a pass for you," Anabela says and I agree.
I take a half hour pass and hand it to the teacher when I enter the classroom. Anabela accompanies me closely as I make all the movements.
"Are you really okay?" She asks me the third time before the end of the class.
I agree, but she's not convinced.
The end of the school day is announced with the touch. I get up and say goodbye to Anabela, who tells me to rest.
The return to the house is quiet, I avoid Eloisa, who talks more than ever about your day. She is excited to have already made a friend and is already inside the group of cheerleaders.
When we got home, Leonardo stops me at the entrance, he evaluates me and then asks me if I'm fine.
"Do you really care?" I ask annoyed and then go to my room.
As soon as I get in, I put the bed in front of the door and go to the bathroom.
I take my clothes carefully and look at my body that has some huge bruises of the belly and ribs. Those sluts.
I unwrap my shoulder to clean the wound that has pus again. I need to go to the doctor to get this sorted out.
I get in the shower and take a hot shower, wash the wound with soap and water and it stings like never before. As soon as I'm done, I dry it carefully and close it again.
I wear a long blouse and comfortable pants.
I sit down at the table and look for my sketchbook that I keep in the dresser. It's not there.
I look in the other drawers and in the closet, but I can't find it anywhere.
I quickly pull the bed away from the door and run to the living room where my brothers are talking to Eloisa.
She seems excited to say something that will make them laugh.
"Have any of you seen my sketchbook?" I ask, interrupting Eloisa who gives me a deadly look.
"Who cares about this old thing?" Eloisa says with disdain and it takes all my self-control not to curse her.
"Did you see it or not?" I ask again.
My particular question is for Vicente and Eloisa who are the only people who know that I have this notebook.
"Sorry, but I didn't see it," he answers me and I freeze.
I can't lose this notebook. It has drawings of Silas, drawings that can't be redone.
"Elena, it's just a notebook," Sandro says and I shake my head.
"It's not," I whisper. This notebook was one of the only things those monsters never touched.
"Did you look properly?" Vicente asks when he sees my despair.
"Yes, I looked at everything, it just disappeared," I say and then look at Lorenzo, "if this is some kind of punishment, you're making me a worse enemy."
He assesses me and I know he can see the hatred burning in my eyes. I'm not kidding.
"Attitude," he warns, and I almost gave him the finger, "I didn't touch Elena's notebook."
I only have Eloisa, but I don't think she would. Wouldn't she?
I look at her who is still irritated for losing attention.
"Eloisa, did you take my notebook?" I ask calmly and everyone looks at her.
"I didn't touch your things, Elena," she answers with hurt at being accused. Poisonous snake.
I leave the living room and run back to the bedroom, turning every corner, searching everywhere.
I sit down on the pile of clothes that are now scattered across the closet floor and put my head in my hands.
First my cigarettes, now my sketchbook.
My escape valve has disappeared and now I'm going crazy because I can't calm down. Wait for yourself, yes.
I think, but at the same tim
e I blame myself for considering going back to my old habits.
They will be small, just to relieve the tension, take away the anxiety. Bring control.