Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks and months my body filled out more and grew stronger, until it was almost the same as before my diagnosis, just without legs. My parents had officially started legal proceedings against the hospital and the Dr, who had also been reported to the General Medical Council and was still on suspension. At my 3 month check with my oncologist he told me I was still clear of cancer and that my stumps had healed perfectly, the angry deep red scars had faded to a light pink now.

I still got phantom pain but I was learning how to live with it. Ben and I were still together, stronger than ever and fucking as often as we could. My parents bought me a Quickie Shark S hand bike which I loved getting out on, wearing my LuluLemon, Under Armour or Gymshark cropped sports bras, showing off my increasingly toned tummy, and short, tight shorts with my little hip stumps sticking out the leg holes, I wore the same when I went to the gym and got a lot of guys attention. I’d often meet Ben at a secluded spot when out on my ‘runs.’ He would carry me into the bushes and fuck me up against the wall, my short shorts and no underwear made it easier to pull them to one side and slide himself into my pussy.

After fucking we would hangout for a bit, then we’d head our separate ways. We found so many great ways we could have sex and, as my hair grew back and went back to its original brunette, so that I now had pixie hair as Ben called it, I became even more confident, strangely though my pubic hair still hadn’t grown back and my pussy and mons were still smooth and bare, not that this bothered Ben at all. I went to my 6 month check up on my own, my Mum had wanted to take me but I wanted to go alone, we eventually agreed that she could drive me but would wait outside in the car. I asked the oncologist about my pubic hair not growing back, though I felt a little embarrassed. He had me climb onto the couch and slip my school uniform skirt and my blue cotton Calvin Klein bikini knickers off, I’d not worn a thong to see the Dr as I didn’t think it was appropriate. He examined me thoroughly then arranged an MRI for me.

I slipped my knickers and skirt back on, wheeled myself down to radiology and had my MRI, which I had to take my skirt off for and lay in just my knickers. After the scan, I got my skirt back on, then headed back up to the Dr’s office and waited for him to call me back in. Once I was sat in his office again he explained that he’d looked at my MRI’s and found nothing wrong, his guess was that the hair follicles for my pubic hair had got damaged during the radiation therapy on my hip and pelvis as they were so close to the area being treated, he doubted that my hair would ever grow back. He also referred me to a gynaecologist, now that I was fully recovered I was ready to have a fertility test, he felt that any earlier may have given a false negative due to what my body had been through. I wheeled myself out of the hospital, found my Mum in the car park who drove me back to school, as she did I took out my phone and text Ben.

‘All good at the Dr’s, headed back to school now. xxx’

‘Awesome, see you when you get here. xxx.’

‘You know how you’ve been enjoying my smooth, bare pussy?’

‘Oh yes.’ He replied with a winky emoji.

‘Well, you’re in luck, the Dr says the hair follicles were damaged from the radiotherapy so my pubes will never grow back!’

‘Well, I think that’s awesome, how do you feel?’

‘Well, I’ve grown to like it so I guess that saves me shaving or waxing, which I was planning to do when it started to grow back.’

‘Well, that’s good then.’

‘See you soon. Xxx’

‘Can’t wait. xxx.’ The drive to school took about an hour, I wheeled inside, checked in at reception and headed up to my English lesson and sat next to Sarah. After English was lunch so we made our way to the canteen I sat with my friends again.

‘Ooh, I have something to tell you.’ Ben whispered in my ear as he took a bite from an apple. ‘Beaux is telling people you don’t have a pussy anymore and you can’t have sex ever again.

‘What the fuck is wrong with that girl?’ I said loudly.

‘What’s wrong?’ Sarah asked,

‘Nothing.’ Replied Ben, I guess he didn’t want our other friends to know.

‘That fucking tramp Beaux is telling people I don’t have a pussy and can’t have sex.’

‘What the fuck is wrong with her?’ Said Isla.

‘There she is, I’m gonna have words.’ I said angrily spotting her outside the window. I wheeled my chair back from the table and started heading out of the canteen, my friends quickly started following.

‘Haylee, Haylee, are you sure you want to do this?’ Ben asked.

‘Fuck yes.’ I said wheeling outside. I caught up with Beaux and rammed my chair into the back of her legs.

‘Owww.’ She squealed as she buckled and grabbed the back of her legs in pain. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘Wrong with me? You’re the one with a fucking problem bitch.’ A crowd had now started gathering around us. ‘Why the fuck are you telling people that I don’t have a vagina any more and can’t have sex ever again?’

‘Cos it’s the truth, the Dr’s cut you in half and took your pussy and asshole, it’s obvious to look at you that you’re missing your lower half, besides, Ben told me. He also said that he was only with you still as he felt sorry for you, and that he was waiting until he could dump you and not look like it was because you’re now a cripple.’

‘Oh, wow!! Firstly, no he fucking did not, he wouldn’t speak to you about anything, let alone something like that, secondly, let me assure you that Ben and I have a damn good sex life and my vagina works perfectly well.’

‘Yeah right, look at him, he looks sex starved, poor boy has blue balls.’

‘Fuck you Beaux.’ Ben shouted.

‘You wish you could, though right now I guess you’d fuck anything, your balls must be fit to burst. First you couldn’t fuck her for like 8 months while she was dying from cancer, now you can’t fuck her cos she ain’t got a pussy. She ain’t even got an arsehole for anal!’ I saw red at that moment, I rammed her legs hard with my chair again and as she buckled forward, I punched her hard in the face. I guess I’d built up a lot of strength in my arms from wheeling myself around, because she staggered backwards and hit the floor, making her skirt ride up showing her trashy luminous yellow g-string. She started scrabbling around while holding her jaw, but slipped over again so her friends helped her up.

‘Fucking bitch, come on then.’ She squealed pulling her blazer off and dropping it to the floor.

‘No Beaux, you can’t fight a cripple.’ One of her friends shouted.

‘She fucking started this so I can finish it.’ She shouted before stepping toward me and throwing a punch, she forgot to take into account how much lower I was than her, so I just ducked and she missed me, as she span slightly I punched her hard in the the stomach making her buckle and stumble again. She staggered upright again and took another swing, this time I moved my chair at the right moment and she missed, nearly turning herself full circle. She then decided punching wasn’t going to work so, as I moved my chair again, she grabbed my short hair and pulled me to the floor. Now we both tried punching and scratching each other, both our skirts had slid up showing her yellow g-string and my blue Calvin Klein knickers, I hadn’t realised but at one point my knickers slid to the side, which they did quite often without legs to stop them, revealing my smooth, bare pussy to the crowd. My friends and Beaux’s friends tried to stop the fight but we were too focused. Eventually some teachers waded in and stopped us, Sarah picked me up and put me in my chair while Beaux’s friend helped her up and sorted her clothes out.

‘Hate to tell you this Beaux, but she’s definitely got a pussy, we all saw it.’ I heard one of them whisper to Beaux.

‘Is that true?’ I whispered to Sarah, who was helping me sort my clothes out.

‘Yeah, your knickers slipped to the side, I did try to tell you.’

‘Fuck.’ I whispered, then decided just to embrace the embarrassment and turn to Beaux and her friends. ‘See, I told you she’s a lying bitch, I have a pussy and a damn good one.’

‘Girls, stop that now.’ I turned and instantly became embarrassed as Mrs Westerman was stood there with her arms folded. ‘The two of you follow me now.’

I wheeled myself behind Mrs Westerman and Beaux, who was trying to tell her how I had started it and that I shouldn’t even be at the school in a wheelchair, and should be going to a special school, and that her Dad was going to sue her and the school and the council and everyone else. I just wheeled myself behind them laughing quietly. Once outside Mrs Westerman’s office, she made us sit outside for almost 30 minutes, the two of us sat in silence, refusing to speak to each other. When Mrs Westerman came back outside, Beaux insisted on going inside first, the head teacher asked me if I wanted to to go in first, but I said that Beaux could go as she was clearly so desperate to get her version off her chest. While Beaux was in the office I touched my tender cheek and wondered if there was an obvious bruise there, then I ran my fingers through my hair then shook my head to straighten it out. One of the admin ladies bought me a glass of water for me to drink and asked if I wanted her to call my Mum, I shook my head, I didn’t want her to know I’d been fighting. Beaux and Mrs Westerman came out after about 20 minutes, Beaux glared at me and sat down.

‘Come on then, Haylee, in you come.’ I wheeled myself into Mrs Westerman’s office and stopped by her desk, as she walked around her desk and sat down. ‘Are you ok?’

‘I guess.’ I unexpectedly found that I was trying not to cry, this was the first fight I’d ever had and I was suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Mrs Westerman must have noticed as she passed me a tissue and gave me a reassuring smile.

‘What happened Haylee?’

‘Beaux was being a spiteful, nasty bitch, as usual.’

‘Language Haylee.’

‘Sorry. Just, ever since we started in year 7, Beaux has always been spiteful and nasty to me, trying to make me feel horrible and bullying me any chance she could. Today she just pushed too many buttons.’

‘What did she do?’

‘Just said some really nasty things about me.’

‘What did she say?’

‘Erm, it’s too embarrassing.’

‘Haylee, you just got in a fight with her in school, you need to tell me why.’

‘She just said some horrible things about what happened to me and Ben and I.’

‘Haylee, what did she say?

‘She said I no longer had a vagina and couldn’t have sex, and that Ben wanted to dump me but felt sorry for me, so he was waiting until it didn’t look like it was because I was now disabled.’ I’d now started crying and felt stupid. ‘I don’t expect special treatment for what happened to me, but I also don’t expect someone to bully me for it.’

‘Well, I won’t get into the whole having sex aspect, but, why did you end up fighting with her today?’

‘Ben told me what she said, when I saw her I just saw red and rammed her with my chair, we then argued, she tried to punch me twice but missed, so she grabbed me by the hair, dragged me out of my chair onto the floor and we started fighting.’ I felt ashamed as I explained.

‘Well, she tells a very different version of events Haylee.’

‘Well, I don’t know what to say, that’s what happened. I admit I got angry and confronted her, I’ve been working on my anger and anxiety issues with my counsellor.’

‘Ok, well, let me get Beaux in here so we can all talk about what happened today.’ She got up, opened the door and called Beaux in, she walked in looking smug, moved the chair further away from me and sat down.

‘So, are you expelling her Miss?’

‘No Beaux, Haylee isn’t being expelled.’

‘But someone like her should be in a special school, not a normal school with normal people. My Dad says... ‘

‘Beaux! Haylee has as much right to be in this school as you do.’ Mrs Westerman interrupted her. ‘Also, she tells a very different version of events to you, she admits ramming you with her chair but then says you were the one that started throwing punches and pulled her from her chair.’

‘Well, she’s lying, see she’s pathological, she’s a danger to others.’

‘So, you’re saying that Haylee, who is much smaller than you, managed to pull you to the floor from her wheelchair?’

‘Yes, she’s dangerous.’ I sat in silence, I wanted to scream at her and cry at the lies she was telling, I was feeling overwhelmed again, I was trying tactical breathing to reduce my anxiety, I was worried that if I started shouting at her I wouldn’t be able to stop.

‘Ok, well Beaux, let me tell you that Haylee’s friends tell a different version of events to you and back up her version of events.’

‘Well, they would do, they all conspired together.’

‘What, in the time between you two being pulled apart and being spoken to by other teachers, without speaking to Haylee?’

‘Yeah, they planned it all before.’

‘Ok, well, also, your friends tell a different version of events from yours and from each other, in fact their versions are just confusing.’

‘What? Well... ‘ Beaux stuttered.

‘Beaux, you have been bullying Haylee for years and today, after you said some vile things about her, she snapped.’

‘But, but... ‘

‘Enough, while Haylee ramming you with her chair is not appropriate, your behaviour before and after is worse, the both of you will have lunch time detention for the rest of the week.’

‘Miss, that’s not fair... ‘ Beaux screeched.