A Million Stories

Red Chandelier part 1 (Hororary Story)

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I know, I'm Olla. Now I am on my fifth day of high school. And this is the fifth time I've been the victim of bullying. I'm a new student here and my days feel like hell.

They are —eleventh grade senior gang, always bullying me anytime. They are a group of men who are very feared and loved by girls. Especially the gang leader. Logan. The head of the gang is also my most handsome upperclassman in the entire school.

He always wore a red baseball jacket. Her hair was painted blonde and her body was ideal. Just like Keenan Tracey. While in my opinion, other gang friends are also no less handsome. But the most handsome remains in the hands of Brother Logan.

Almost every time Logan sees me. But it's not like that. He just came to see me to ruin my life. I'm not actually bullied alone. There is Benji —cowok cupu who always snot it. But thanks to my presence at this High School, Benji can feel his freedom. I became an angel to Benji, aka the gang turned to me, not Benji anymore. God fucking.

“Hei Olaf!”

I was shocked. The papers I had just picked up from the locker were dropped on the floor. All the kids in this locker hallway were looking at us. I was only able to duck down without daring to look at Brother Logan in front of me.

“Ah, really messy paper. Duh, don't cry ya.”

Brother Logan is walking closer and closer towards me. Treading all my white papers that were flying. I squeezed my fingers in fear. Cold sweat slowly poured out on my temples.

“Lo! Run ten rounds on the field! Back school! Watch out until you get caught running away. Lo!”

I quickly nodded. I can see Brother Logan walking past me just like that. I still looked down while picking up my scattered poetry papers. That guy is a real jerk! Just look at it later! Someone will repay all his deeds.

I really hope there's another new student coming here, so Mr. Logan and his gang are turning away from me.

“Lo not pa-pa? They who? You have the same mistake they?”

I was shocked as soon as the papers were picked up. A guy with hair styled towered upwards like a rock band was looking at me with narrowed eyes. His uniform was a mess, not put in his pants. There were no ties and name tags on his uniform. His uniform is clean of various attributes.

He seems to be a new student. I never saw him.

“Gue Frankie's. The new kid's here. Lo?”

I dare not shake his hand. I fear. He looks like a delinquent. Maybe he was Logan's man to bully me.

“Gue doesn't like them. Although my appearance is a cool delinquent but actually I am good, really. Do you know class X-5?”

I'm aghast. Guys-tricks-who-said-tadi-cool-that's my class. I'm nodding. My finger pointed at the classroom on the second floor near the toilet. The guy named Frankie was smiling.

“Yes I've pulled, dah!”

The man stepped quickly to the second floor. It seems he is good. Especially when his eyes were looking at me. But I don't want to trust someone I just met this fast. Who knows if there is a hidden purpose.

I entered the class that was already like a broken ship. The table was a mess and some chairs were missing out of nowhere. My seat is at the very back corner. Until now no one had dared to shift my desk a single moment. They don't want to get in touch with me who's a senior bully.

I'm considered a parasite here. No one wants my existence.

Mr. Davi —the most handsome and young teacher was entering the class with that guy - a delinquent-who-he said-tadi-cool-it. His face was smiling cynically and his style was so pretentious. Maybe I have to admit, if the guy is seen for a long time is no less handsome than Kak Logan.

In the end, there is someone who can defeat the good looks of Kak Logan. And I'm sure, Mr. Logan will definitely not let that happen. Maybe soon I won't be bullied. They're going to turn on that guy-hum-who-he said-tadi-cool-that.

“Yo! My name is Frankie. It's up to you to call what. But I suggest you call me prince cool or prince kece. I moved from Jakarta,” obviously still with that pretentious style, “gue opened the queue for you who want to ask for my phone number. Rest hours yes,”

Mr Davi shook his head, “Where are your attributes? Didn't I give it yesterday?”

He grinned at Mr. Davi, “Sorry, sir, I guess uh-I guess-he means I eh whatever, his attributes were accidentally thrown into the got, sir.”

We were all stunned to hear his words. From his style it was obvious he did not have manners to the older ones. For sure he's not a good guy.

“How can it?”

Guys-reliability-that-do-not-have-miserable-that's just whiny. “Biasalah, Sir. Yesterday I ran into a fight with a senior at this school. My attribute accidentally fell to got.”

The man replied lightly without sin. There were a lot of bruises around his body. On the hands, on the cheeks, and on the lips. I thought that guy had an accident. Turns out fighting anyway.

But what did he say? Having a relationship with a senior at this school? Don't-don't you?

“Connecting you new kid here, I will give you tolerance. Next, I will impose punishment. Sana sat next to Olla.”

Guys-it-that's staring at me. Then he grinned again at Mr. Davi. “Ah, very good sir. Do you know if I- uh I want to sit next to a girl.”

Mr. Davi looked at the boys sharply. I snorted as the man sat on the bench next to me. My hands just kept drawing on the paper, trying not to relate to the guys beside me.

“O-ol-a, Olla,” said the guy spelled his name in my notebook, “gue tau lo would be so grateful to be able to sit with a guy as handsome as me.”

Both of his legs were placed on the table. How insolent this guy is. That's how it is, her confidence level is high. What other misadventures did I have to meet him this morning? An exclusive table that I only occupy myself is now used with this tall guy. No more my privacy zone.

“Lo speechless What else is males talking to me? Dear lo if all the guys I was wasted.”

Argha! Help u! I can't keep hearing her words that are too late. I wanted to bang my head against a window and no longer hear the words.

“Lo what's the picture anyway?”

“Hei!”

Suddenly he took my drawing paper. Spontaneous I screamed. It's good to take someone else's stuff. Basic sassy! I can't believe why this class would accept such a brash student.

“Finally you say too.” He laughed loudly making several pairs of class eyes look at us.

“Frankie!” reprimand Mr. Davi angry, “down your legs and pay attention to the board!”

Frankie grunts bitterly. Lazily he lowered both his legs. But when Mr. Davi looked back at the blackboard, Frankie raised his legs again on the table. When will he act like this?

The clock breaks ringing.

This is heaven for me! Frankie kept talking to me. His mouth was as if it never stopped moving until it frothy. My ears are hot to hear.

I put my glasses up and walked slowly in the cafeteria. I know in the corner there's a gang of Kak Logan's gang. And I could feel them staring intently at me. Ever since I became a bully, no one wanted to be friends with me. They don't want to be dragged into a relationship with Logan.

That's why they prefer to admire the good looks of Kak Logan and his gang in silence.

“Olla!”

I'm turning. Oh shit! Frankie. I quickly sped up my steps, but Frankie's steps were much bigger than mine. He looked relaxed as he put on his stupid look. While I continued to move quickly leaving Frankie beside me.

“Puteri Jutek do not spout the way. Ntar jatoh loh.”

Right Frankie spoke like that, my feet slipping on ice cubes. I looked to the right side. Brother Logan grinned at me. I hurried down.

“Woah! Turns out the reliability of the school here toh.” said Kak Logan.

I was confused just looking at Frankie. The look on his face changed. Jaw hardens. Sharp look. And his hands clenched tightly.

“Inget! My business belom is done same lo!” threaten Logan while he passes.

I shuddered in horror at the threat of Mr. Logan just now. Frankie changed his face as if he didn't care. Frankie is crazy! Maybe he's making trouble with that goddamn gang. Looks like Frankie wants to collect more bruises all over his body.

For Neptune! When can I avoid him. His stupid face was like I wanted to run over with my shoes. Today was truly the worst day of the bunch of other worst days.

“Lo not afraid of being killed by Logan?” my many.

“Well, I often really face the same guy who is much more barbaric than him.” said Frankie did not know himself.

Just now he's talking about a savage Logan, then what is he?

“But thank you for taking care of me. Terdaru.” said again while installing a warm-hearted look.

I disregarded. Let him swim in his imagination. I obviously want to go back to class.

After school, I prepared for a ten-round run on the field. Even though it's very quiet here, I'm still afraid if I get caught running away. About Frankie? Hm, I don't know. He walked out of the classroom when the bell rang. Not a single word was said from the guy. I don't really care. There's no he's much better.

I tied my shoelaces tightly. Ten seconds later I heard a voice I hated so much from behind. Frankie's?

“Nevent done, Princess Jutek.” said Frankie walked over.

I'm dumbfounded. His entire body was covered in bruises again. Around his eyes there are marks. The corner of his lips was bleeding. A wide open collar. And lots of shoe tracks in his white uniform.

“Logan has come home.” he said again as if not to let me run.

“Lip lo bleed.” I immediately took out a tissue from my skirt pocket. Frankie didn't refuse when I cleaned the wound. But his moans made my ears hot.

“Aw! Slowly little! Basic cruel! Aw!”

“Shut! Basic crybaby!” I said I was still focusing on the wound.

I threw his knife in the trash. Then approached Frankie who was busy cleaning his uniform from the shoe tracks.

“Lo abis fight?”

“Yup.” the answer is short.

I shake my head. “Why?”

Frankie glanced at me. “Gue ancem Logan so as not to disturb you again.”

I'm appalled. I don't like Frankie, I even wish he'd been wiped out of my life. But after hearing his words just now, I felt a little pity.

“Lo doesn't need to like that.”

“Likes I dong.” says Frankie sucks.

I sat down beside him. We both looked at the sky of the school that was already reddish orange. The wind calms the body. I glanced at Frankie who was touching his cheek.

I'm sure it hurts. Logan is a pencak silat. Frankie is a reckless man. I don't think why do guys really like things that smell like fights? Why not try the anti-mainstream one?

Frankie gave a sharp grin suddenly. Empty look. I was about to run away from him. I can see a scary figure in Frankie's body, which I obviously don't know what it is.

It seemed, meeting Frankie was much scarier than the abyss of Hell.

Slowly, the door of the house opened. Immediately I was greeted by the darkness of the house. I'm sure Dad hasn't come home yet. I usually come home at one night, or I don't even go home at all. He's a dickhead. Every day we change women. Since my mother died, my father has been a stranger to me.

Almost every day I always get rations hit until my body bruised. I don't even know what I just did. But my father's rough hands always hit me. I could no longer feel the softness of his hands at the top of my head every night.

But I realized why Dad became like this. Two years ago, I was snatched by a bunch of thugs. I accidentally hit him, but they beat me all out. Honey, my mom was protecting me. As a result, my mother died horribly with an irregular body.

My great guilt makes me a closed and reserved figure. Moreover, I can't accept my mother dying like that.

I walked slowly in the darkness of the house. It's nine o'clock by now. I always come home at this hour.

“Olla!”

I was shocked. I thought Dad hadn't come home. I looked for an invisible father.

BUKS!

My body hit the wall until it heard a crack. Whether it's my cracked head or the cracked wall. My back was hit by a barbell. Now I can't stand up, I can only blink my eyes and endure the pain.

“Why just got home?” Dad's voice sounded flat. But I know there are thousands of demons in it.

I can't answer. The pain in my body took over everything I could do. This will definitely make my father hurt me even more.

Why wasn't I killed?

“You have a mouth! Answer!” Dad pulled my hair rough. The overflowing pain made me want to scream. But what power, just taking a breath is hard.

“A-me...” I said try as much as possible to answer father's questions.

JEDUK!

My head was slammed again on the floor. The sound of the crack was heard again. Now that I realize, it turns out that my head is having a chronic crack. Even fresh blood had already flooded this wooden floor.

Relax, usually every night I get more sadistic than this. Even I always thought that my death was toyed with by him.

“How dare you argue?! Who do you think you are, huh?!” father's screams rattled the whole house.

The cry of my whimper accompanied father's anger. When will I feel the pain of being in Hell? Why has Heaven been gone for me for two years? This guilt is making me die slowly.

My father's foot stepped on my back until some of my bones were broken. She grabbed my hair and was forced to look up.

“Quick in the room and do not leave until school time arrives!”

Dad took off his pull on my hair. My head hit the floor again. Dad's legs don't feel on my back either. Maybe because some of his bones were broken so he couldn't feel anything.

I dragged my body up the stairs. I've felt more pain than this. If this is nothing before a few days. More precisely since my mother died.

At school I didn't find my place, at home I didn't find mine either. Is this my reward for killing my mother indirectly? Why is the response slowed? Why not just kill me?

I wanted to kill myself, but that desire never existed. It was as if my destiny forced me to enjoy all this pain.

A few minutes later, I managed to drag my body into the room. My room is no longer fit to live in. Many cockroaches and other insects attacked me. I fear.

I took myself to the weathered window. Whenever I feel sad, I always look up at the sky. I asked for help to take me to the sky. I don't want to live in this cruel world. Even my presence in this world was not expected. So what am I living for?

In the midst of lamenting fate, my stomach trembled asking for rations. I opened the black plastic bag next to me. The smell immediately stung the nose. These little flies used to veil my food.

This food is the most delicious of all foods. The color is pink, always looks fresh, and sometimes the sauce is also tempting. I never got any food from my father, so I just ate my stash.

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