Beating hearts part 2

Just then there is a… knock on the door. My heart is pounding out my chest. Steve quickly picks my stuff up. The door opens and I’m immobilize with fear. I regain control of reality I hurry and get up from the floor. “What are you doing in here?” Mrs. Loony asks. I instantly sense nervousness swarming though my body.

Steve quickly takes over the conversation and say “We were looking for her cell phone and we were about to leave to go check the lost and found in the front office.” Steve so cool and calm making his words so believable I would’ve fell for it, but I feel as though Mrs. Loony wasn’t buying into it. Mrs. Loony looks at me with a sure you were type of look.

 

“I’m going to let you go this time. Also class is about to start.” Me and Steve rushed out the room and as soon as we did the pain and anguish I felt came rushing though all at once. “BEEPP!” The bells sharp tone hits my ear. Shocking me how suddenly it went off. I turn around toward the bathroom then steve grab unto my arm even tighter then before .. If that even possible.

“ WHERE THE F**K DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?” Steve eyes filled with question as he grabs my arm and pain quickly strike up to my shoulder," I was just going to the office, THAT‘S ALL!" He slaps my face and pushes me between a empty locker space. My face is aching with pain. Tears tumbling down my face.

"You better watch your god dam tone! Better not be snitching or.." His fierce voice trailing off. " Let’s just say it's not going to be all peaches and cream, sweet cheeks." He says with a deep southern accent.

"I was just going to call home." My voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

"Clean yourself up you look a mess.. well I guess that nothing new.“ He say with a rude snarl. He walks off to the next class. His words burn a deep whole in my heart. I rush to the bathroom just to get away from him. 

I find a empty stall and reach into my pocket staring at the Swiss blade. So shiny and so.. Tempting. I can’t do this to myself not again, not now. My hand sliding on the blade and the tip. “OUCH!” I Prick my finger. I drop the blade and pull back my thumb into my mouth. I reach for the blade, but someone else picks it up. My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach. I slowly reach for the bathroom latch to reveal the unknown girl. I peek out the door and find a tall white black haired woman.

,”You dropped something.” the blade balancing between her fingers. Her face un fazed by the blade or the reason why I may have it.

,”Umm thanks, it not what you may think it is.” I struggle to get my word out my thoart dried up.

,”Oh? Then what do I think it is.”, the mysterious lady say with a rasied eye brow.

“Thanks again.” I speed walk toward the door. She grabs my shoulder and say,

” Hey, wait kid.” I turn back around as she lift her shirt over her navel revealing all of the scars. I stand there in complete shock. Im lost for words. Scars tattooing her body as if telling story of abuse,

”Believe me whatever you think your going through is child’s play compared to what I seen.” Her voice grim with a hint of rage peeking through each word.

,“You don’t know me and what I been throu-” She cut me off

,”Let me ask you this, have your mother ever chased you with a machete and demolish your favorite childhood toy she gave before she went bonkers? What about your parents beating you senseless just for fun? They never cared not my birtthday, Christmas, and-” she pauses,

”You wouldn’t understand.” She pulls down her shirt and look down. I explode inexpertly with untapped anger.

“Oh, ok I can’t say my life as bad as your or BOTH of my parents beat me maybe not even being chased with a friggen knife, but I am going through some things what you want.. pity?” I inhale deeply trying to catch myself. I look up and she still looking. Not mean ,but relieve ,“ My name jennet, I like that inner rage call me sometime maybe we can compare scars.“ She giggles and grabs my arm. Her touch so gentle and soft. Not like Steve so cold and rough, ”You got a pen?” I snap out of it,

“ Yea.” Most people would be mad if I stood up to them like that ,but not her. I hand her the pen and as she writing I see the cuts on her arm. She looks at me looking at her scars. She pulls down her sleeve and say, “Remember kid its down the street not around the corner. I got to go ,but call me sometime. Ok.”

,”Yea.” I say overwhelm. She opens the door and smiles. Wow. I never thought I could find a friend like her. So much like me. Soon after she left I go into the halls and undetectably rush through the double doors into the hall searching for a place to hide away from the world.  Then Steve and all the things that happen in that room burst into mind all at once bringing back the pain. My heart is beating through my ribs, an overwhelming sense of fear swept across me. My breathing deepen, my chest tighten. In the near distance I hear someone frantically say “OMGOSH! IS SHE OK?” By now I can’t breathe, I’m Struggling for air, My Hands hitting my chest , Trying to get something to work, Just then It hit me. There a camera in that classroom where Steve, and I were at that the principal checks regularly.. I black out ..