"Excuse me? I thought I made this clear to you. Do I have to knock some sense into you? give me my phone you stupid bitch." He growled. "no!" i yelled and tried to push him away. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor.
I heard footsteps but Francis didn't seem to hear anything at all. He grabbed my hair again and yanked me up, pulling me close to his face. I didn't even try hiding my fear anymore. He really was terrifying. "Please leave me alone Francis there's a lot of other girls who would want to willingly go out with you," I whispered trembling.
He threw me to the floor and then kicked me in the stomach. I gasped as the air was knocked out of me. He was going to kick me again. I closed my eyes and ...Dad had been screaming and I heard mom crying. I had walked into their room and saw my dad pulling her by the hair. Mom was begging him to stop. Telling him that some guy named Joe was just a friend from work. I had run forward and tried yanking his arm away from mom's hair. My dad had just picked me up and put me outside the door and slammed the door in my face.
All afternoon I heard him hitting her and all I could do was sit on my bed and hug my stuffed bear to my chest crying and listing to the screaming....I let out a scream of pain when his foot nailed me in my side again and the flashback ended. I heard running footsteps coming towards the classroom. Another kick to my side sent me flying into a locker and my head hit the metal. My vision went dark for a second and I saw stars floating in front of my eyes. My vision was blurry through the tears welling up in them.
I looked up at Francis through the pain-filled tears and the curtain of red hair that had fallen across my face. He took another step towards me and knelt right in front of me. He took a fist full of my hair from the back of my head and forced me to look up at him and when I tried to squirm away he yanked on it painfully. "I'm going to get my phone back and you will listen to me from now on. Am I clear? I am the prized quarterback of the school...the king of this school and you're ..." He didn't get to finish because someone grabbed Francis by his letterman jacket and threw him backwards away from me.
I felt his grip fall away and I slumped to the floor. I looked up to see two guys from the football team. Their girlfriends were standing by the door to the classroom. Their shocked expressions quickly flashed to anger as they came rushing to my side.