Chapter 2: Ducati Guy

Katia

 

 

Two years ago. Two years ago on this date, my life went to hell. It all

happened so fast. I look into the small bathroom mirror, placing my palms

on the half rusted sink. I had one small cut on my face and a few bruises. I

went through my normal routine of putting makeup over my bruises and

then I turn on the water to brush my teeth. The water had a metallic,

awful, smell to it, but what could I do? We could run, but we had nowhere

to go. We would get separated in an instant. I pulled a strand of dark

brown hair out of my face and behind my ear. I hear light footsteps in the

hall and look to see Genevieve standing at the doorway. “You’re up early.”

I say. “I wanted to be out of here before he wakes up.” I nod and grab my

bag. “You got all your stuff together?” She nods and we make our way

downstairs and out the door. We begin our walk in silence until we are far

enough away from the house that we don’t wake him. Him referred to

Bruce Taylor,  our horrible uncle. We needed him, we needed to stay

together, or at least that’s what I thought at the time. Had I made a

mistake? Would Genevieve be better off with a whole new life with

another family? My footfalls grew noticeably heavier and I notice

Genevieve’s eyes on me. “Everything okay sissy?”, she asks, a worried

expression mixed with confusion crossing her face. “I’ve just been thinking

Gennie.” “About what?”, she asks innocently. “About you sissy.  About

how you are hurt everyday and no matter what I do, I can’t stop it. I think

about This date, two years ago. Do you remember this  date Gennie?” She

nods, tears filling her eyes, but she is fighting them off. “Sometimes I

wonder if I made a mistake that day, if I had just been selfish trying to keep

you with me. Sometimes I think that I need you a lot more than you need

me Gennie. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t let you go. I couldn’t stand not

knowing if you were safe, but it’s worse knowing that you’re not safe here

with me.” “No sissy, don’t ever say that. I need you here sissy. We’re a

family, and families stick together right?”. I look down to her, fighting back

tears of both pain and joy. “Right!”, I reply. She opens up her hand and I

take it in mine. I had lost all contact with Allie from the moment I got in

that beaten up truck, not to mention my house and parents, but I had

Genevieve, and that was all I needed. I had matured very quickly, I learned

to cook, control my temper and got my grades up. One more year, one

more year in this hellhole and I would be eighteen, old enough to get

Genevieve and I out of this mess!  “Genevieve, come on!”, I hear her

friends call as we approach the elementary school. She looks to me and

smiles, as if she is waiting on my approval. “Go on.”, I say. I watch her run

to her companions and I start my walk to the high school. It’s just a block

from the elementary school, so I was in no rush, especially since we had

left early that morning, but I liked to be early, it gave me time to think. I

walk about halfway down the street when someone on a Ducati slows up

beside me. “Need a ride?”, he says, removing his helmet. A boy about

seventeen years old, short black hair with silver tips on his bangs that were

pulled to the side sat before me. “No thanks. I can walk.” He shrugs his

shoulders, “Suit yourself.” With that he was gone. I shove my hands into

my pockets and kick a soda can on the sidewalk for a while. When I round

the corner I can see the Ducati parked in the school lot. I roll my eyes and

get ready for the day. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe I wouldn’t have

any classes with him. I hear the bell ring and I book it to biology. “Good

morning class.”, Mrs. Miles chimes. “Today we will be dissecting our frogs,

but first we have a new student.” Oh god tell me it’s not what I think it is.

Sure enough, Ducati guy walks in with a pair of sunglasses on. “Everyone,

this is Blake Richards. He will be joining us for the remainder of this year.

Megan Cambria, the class pet raises her hand. “Question Megan?”, Mrs.

Miles asks. “I thought we weren’t allowed to wear sunglasses in school.”,,

she chimes as if she is about to catch a criminal. “Mr. Richards just had eye

surgery, he can see perfectly fine now but his eyes are very sensitive to

light.”, she replies. An almost  insulted look crosses Megan’s face. “Mr.

Richards, I’m going to assign you to be miss. Taylor’s lab partner.”  I think

about protesting, but she is already retrieving the lab keys. Blake makes his

way towards me. “We meet again.”, he smirks. “Don’t get any funny

ideas.” I say. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders again. We make our way

to the lab. The frogs are already out on the table and I can smell the

formaldehyde. I put on my apron and lab glasses and go to an empty table.

“Directions are on the table.” Mrs. Miles announces. I look down and sure

enough beside the smelly frog is a sheet labeled instructions. “Okay step

one remove the heart.” I take the cutter and start the incision when Blake

steps on the back of my foot. I jump and drop the cutter but he catches it.

“Jesus, watch where you’re going  klutzo.” He has a confident look on his

face as he holds the cutter in his hand. “If I was so clumsy would I have

caught it?”.  I roll my eyes and look to the paper, but by that time, Blake is

already working on cutting the tiny heart loose. “Jesus dude! Are you some

kind of psychopathic killer?” He places the heart in the correctly labeled

spot then looks at me. “Let’s just say I’ve seen worse.” I look at him for a

moment sarcastically. “So, you’re the mysterious new rebel kid with the

unknown past huh?” He looks to me and chuckles, “And you are the

creepy soul seeker that knows everything about everyone huh?” “Haha,

very funny.” , I say as I turn to directions sheet. “Remove the eyeball, what

fun.”Suddenly,  the door opens and I look back to see a man in a suit

standing in the doorway. Blake notices and begins to tense up. “So you can

remove a heart but not an eyeball?”, I ask. I notice the man in the suit

looking at us, no, at him. Who the hell was this kid? “Do you know him?”, I

ask.  He shakes his head to say no but I can tell there is more to the story, 

and I was certainly going to find out.

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