And Who Would Listen

And Who Would Listen

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Whenever Chase tries to spend time with her best friend outside of school, Misty always has an excuse. Chase senses that something is wrong, but cannot put her finger on it. When an office aide summons her to the principal's office early one morning, Chase discovers that Misty has been harboring a dark secret.

Chase knows that her friend needs help, but who would listen?
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Whenever Chase tries to spend time with her best friend outside of school, Misty always has an excuse. Chase senses that something is wrong, but cannot put her finger on it. When an office aide summons her to the principal's office early one morning, Chase discovers that Misty has been harboring a dark secret.

Chase knows that her friend needs help, but who would listen?

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Submitted: May 29, 2017

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And

Who Would

Listen

 

 

 

 

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A short story by

C.L. Edwards

(Wattpad user Zoey7879)

(Booksie user ZRaineri)

(Deviant Art user MissMisery79)

 

 

 

 

Misty Jones splashed a handful of cold water on her face. She didn’t give a damn if her clothes got drenched. It had been a long night, sleepless, and the morning was off to a terrible start. The restroom door swung open, and Sherri Wingate strode through, followed by two of her groupies.  Sherri stood in front of one of the mirrors and applied an extra coat of mascara as Misty reached for a paper towel to dry her hands.

“What are you staring at, loser?” Sherri said to Misty.

Misty looked at her as she wadded up the damp towel and threw it away. She grabbed her books from the floor and cradled them to her chest before she threw open the door and exited. Misty headed to the double glass doors at the front of the building where her best friend, Chase Coretti, usually spent her mornings before class.

Misty admired Chase. Chase was the wild child in Misty’s eyes. Chase dressed how she wanted to dress. She said what she wanted and meant what she said. Chase never cared what others said about her, but was always willing to take one for the underdog. She loved humanity, but hated people.

“Hey Misty,” Chase said. She pulled the clip from her hair and flipped it around in an exaggerated fashion. “How do I look today, dahling?”

“Oh!” Misty said. “You cut your hair!” Misty reached to touch her friend’s shoulder-length black curls. “It looks so different. I love it!”

“I know, right?” Chase said, just as the five-minute bell rang. “My parents are going to pissed as hell, but there are worse things I could be doing with my life, y’know? They’ll get over it in like two days-“

Someone pulled open the door that Chase had leaned against. It was Alex Wingate, Sherri’s older brother.

“Watch it, skank,” Alex said, as he pushed Chase off of him.

“Go suck a fuck, Alex,” she replied.

“What happened to your hair?” Alex said as he walked away.

“I cut it. I donated it to your Make-Me-A-Merkins hair drive to cover the fact that your balls haven’t dropped, Chase called down the hallway behind him.

Alex raised his hand in the air and flipped her off.

“Put your butt plug away, or someone might find out your dirty secret!” Chase yelled.

A series of giggles and snickers could be heard throughout the building.

“You’re crazy,” Misty said, as she smiled shyly. “My parents would ground me the whole summer for that.”

“Yeah? Well, so would mine,” Chase said, as she picked up her books. “Except they would laugh about it behind closed doors.”

 

“Looks like the dyke lived to see another day,” Alex whispered, as Misty entered their sixth-period algebra class.

The people seated around Alex chuckled. Misty, stopped dead in the doorway, sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She was a pixie of a girl. She stood at an even five feet tall and weighed 90 lbs, five of which was merely the weight of her clothing. Misty had ivory skin and a perfect row of teeth. Her hazel eyes were deep set. Dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a purple flannel blouse, she thought momentarily that she probably did appear to be a man from a distance.

Misty sighed, and as she took her seat, she wondered why people had to be so cruel. She unfolded the crumpled note Chase had passed her in the hallway.

“Want to spend the night Friday?” the note read.

“Sure,” Misty scribbled. “I’ll have to ask my mom and Elmer first, though. Call me tonight after six.”

Misty sighed. She already knew what the answer would be.

When the phone rang at six o’clock on the dot, Misty didn’t budge to answer it. Fourteen-year-old Hannah jumped up from the kitchen table where she and her sister had been doing homework. She almost knocked the wooden chair over behind her.

“Sit down!” their mother, Diane, called from the living room.

Misty and her sisters knew that it was always Elmer who answered the phone. It was an unspoken rule that because Elmer paid the bill, he answered the phone. Always.

Elmer was Misty’s fifty-something-year-old step-father. She never remembered his exact age. She never cared enough to remember his birthday.

“Elmer! Phone!” Diane yelled.

Elmer waddled from the den where he had been. He shuffled his plump feet the entire way and answered the phone on the seventh ring.

 

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi! May I please speak to Misty?”

“Misty!” he said, waving the phone at her.

“Thanks,” Chase said, unheard.

“Hello?” Misty said.

“Hey, it’s me. I think this is the first time I have ever called your house,” Chase said. Both girls chuckled. “The first time in two years as friends that we have talked on the phone. I’m a lousy girlfriend. You’re a lousy girlfriend. I’m sorry, but I’m breaking up with you.”

Misty laughed. Distracted, Hannah looked up from her table. Misty stuck out her tongue and her younger sister wrinkled up her nose.

“So did you ask?”

“Yeah,” Misty lied. “I can’t.”

“What about Saturday night?”

“I-“

Sarah, Misty’s eleven-year-old sister, pulled Misty’s sleeve.

“Misty, I need to talk to you,” Sarah said in a hushed tone.

“I’m on the phone, Sarah,” Misty said, agitated.

“But I really need to talk to you, now,” Sarah pleaded.

“Sarah, I’m on the phone-“

Sarah tugged her sleeve harder.

“Sarah, stop it!”

Misty swatted at Sarah as a warning. Her younger sister turned her eyes to the floor and walked out of the room.

“Sorry,” Misty told Chase. “Little sisters are such a pain. Yeah, I can’t stay on Saturday, either. We go to church on Sundays.”

“Oh, right. I forgot,” Chase said. “Maybe another time. Like maybe Homecoming Day. We could go to the dance.”

“I can’t,” Misty said. “Dancing’s not allowed. It’s against our religion.”

“Oh!” Chase said, taken aback. “Didn’t they like dance and sing to rejoice in the Bible and stuff?”

“Yeah, but-“

Chase could hear Diane yell at Misty to end the call.

“I’ve gotta go,” Misty said sadly.

“Seriously? Already?”

“Yeah, but I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Okay, see ya,” Chase said, dumbfounded, as she hung up the phone.

Misty wasn’t at school the following day. Chase assumed that her friend had woken up sick. Misty didn’t return to school at all that week, so Friday evening, Chase called her friend.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Hughes. This is Chase, Misty’s friend. She hasn’t been at school this week and we’ve had a lot of homework. I wanted to fill her in. May I please speak with her?”

“She’s still sick and can’t come to the phone right now, Chase. I’ll let her know you called.”

The school year seemed to fly by. Every time Chase invited Misty to do something on the weekends, there was always some reason that she couldn’t. It was March before either girl knew it.

“What’s up with your parents never letting you hang out after school and stuff?” Chase said one morning before the bell rang.

 

“We’re just not allowed to on school nights,” Misty said, as she closed her locker.

“What about the weekends?”

“They keep saying that they don’t know you and that’s why.”

“Really? Are you serious?” Chase said, insulted. “How the hell could they ever get to know me if they never meet me?”

“They’re assholes,” Misty said.

One of the senior boys was pushed into Misty by another student.

“Move out the way next time, dyke,” he said before he wandered off.

“Go choke on a dick!” Chase yelled at him.

“Probably,” Misty muttered as the bell rang.

“Remember, the mission trip to New Mexico will be June third through June eighteenth,” Jon Denney said.

Jon was the youth pastor of the Stony River Christian Church, the largest church in the small town of Stony Brook, Illinois.

“Those still wanting to participate, this is the last day to sign up,” Jon said, “so don’t forget to get your name on the sign-up sheet on the way out and I hope you all have a great week.”

Misty approached Jon as the other teens, most of them from her high school, filed at the doorway to leave the room.

“Jon? Can I talk to you?” Misty said.

“Of course, Misty,” he said. “What do you need?”

Misty sighed in hesitation.

“Can we close the door?” she asked. “It’s a private matter.”

“Um, I would really feel more comfortable if we had another female present,” Jon said. “Why don’t we get Sister Bethany in here with us?”

“It’s a family thing,” Misty said.

Jon noticed that Misty refused to look him in the eyes. He had been her youth minister for more than two years. Misty had always been polite and soft spoken. She had never asked to confide in him before. The pitiful expression on her face made him cave.

“Um, yeah. Sure,” he said. “Just let me-“ he motioned toward the door.

“Bye Jacob, see you Wednesday,” Jon said, as the last kid walked out. He motioned for Misty to take a seat on the couch. “So what can I do for you, Misty? What’s going on?”

Misty sighed.

“Are Sherri and Alex picking on you again?”

“Yes, but that’s school. Not home.”

“Right,” Jon said. He sat in the chair to the left of the sofa.

“Elmer has been-“ She hesitated again and sighed. “He’s been touching me.”

“You mean Tony?”

Tony Hall was part of Misty’s youth group and was the closest thing to a boyfriend Misty was allowed to have. Tony was a senior, like herself, in the neighboring village of Tyler. Misty saw Tony only at church functions. Diane and Elmer had discovered that they had held hands once, in the parking lot after a Sunday service, and grounded Misty for an entire month. That was the only intimacy she had experienced in her sixteen years of life.

“No,” Misty said. “No. I mean Elmer. He’s been touching me.”

“Like spanking you when you he disciplines you?”

“No, Jon,” Misty said. “He’s been touching me. Inappropriately. He’s been having sex with me. And I think Sarah, too.”

A look of disbelief washed over Jon’s face.

“Misty, what did you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What?” Jon said. “Wh-what? What do I mean? What did you do to tempt our brother, Elmer? Why did you make him lust for you?”

“What?” Misty said. “You think I did something that led him on?”

Misty could not believe her ears. She hoped that this was part of a bad dream, but deep inside she knew the moment was real.

“Men only lust, Misty, when they succumb to temptation/”

“You think I wanted him to touch me?”

Jon refused to look at her.

“You really think I wanted some old wrinkly old man to touch me? To paw at me? To fuck me?”

 

Jon looked up at her and nodded.

“Everyone here knows you’ve had it out for Elmer, Misty, Jon said, matter-of-factly.

“Oh my God,” Misty said. “I don’t believe this.”

“Evern while you stand in the house of God, you sin with your lies and blasphemy.”

Misty’s jaw dropped. She stood up as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Her knees wobbled as she silently as she made her way out of the youth lounge. She closed the door behind her. A moment later, she spun around and opened it.

“Hey. Jon?”

“Yes, Misty?”

“Fuck you.”

Misty closed the door behind her. She sniffled and wiped her eyes dry on her sleeve and sniffled, before she made her way to the parking lot where Elmer and Hannah awaited her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PART  II

It was the second Monday in May when Josh Gaddy made the world tilt off of its axis. Josh was the first-hour office aide. He appeared at the door of Mr. Patton’s senior literature course, just as he was gearing up to have the class read Poe out loud.

“Ms. Coretti,” Mr. Patton said. “You’re wanted in the office.”

Thank God, Chase thought to herself.

The obligatory “ooooh you’re in trouble” sounds filled the air. Including the voice of Sherry Wingate.

“What did you do, loser?” Sherry said.

“Sucked your Daddy’s cock during last night’s game,” Chase hissed.

Ooohs and laughter filled the air. Mr. Patton gave Chase a look of disbelief as she exited the room, closing the door behind her. Josh was waiting in the hallway for Chase. They had been friends since the sixth grade, and she knew that something was wrong.

“What’s-“

“Ssh ssh,” Josh said. He motioned for her to be quiet and to follow him.

“I wasn’t really called to the office, was I?”

“No,” he whispered. “Misty’s in the freshman restroom crying.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Josh replied.

“C’mon then,” Chase said as she turned down the freshman corridor.

“I’m supposed to be handing out detention slips,” Josh protested, as Chase led him to the girl’s restroom.

“I don’t care if you’re supposed to hand out winning lottery tickets,” Chase snapped. “You’re going to stand in front of this door and keep anyone from coming in.”

“I don’t want to sit out here and have people thinking I’m some kind of pervert, Chase,” Josh said.

“You’re a teenage boy. You’re all perverts. We might be friends, but if you let anyone through that door, when I’m done kicking their ass, you’ll be next.”

Chase pushed the door open. She yanked the fabric of her flowing skirt that had caught in the door. Misty sat on the floor and against the wall near the sinks. She had her knees tucked up to her chin; her arms wrapped tightly around them. Misty’s brown eyes were reddened from crying. She sobbed uncontrollably as she looked up to acknowledge the presence of her friend.

“Is anyone else in here?” Chase asked as she began pushing stall doors open.

“No.”

Chase shrugged and scooped a handful of toilet paper from one of the dispensers. She slunk down to the floor next to Misty and passed her the tissue.

“Thanks,” Misty said. She sniffled.

Chase wrapped her arm around Misty’s slender shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Chase said.

“Elmer,” Misty stammered. “He’s been touching me. And Sarah. I think Hannah, too.”

A look of shock mixed with a flare of anger passed over Chase’s face.

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Did you tell anyone?” Misty said sarcastically. “Of course I told someone.”

“Who?”

“Jon Denney. And then I told Mrs. Johnson.”

“Mrs. Johnson, the home-ec teacher?” Chase said.

Misty nodded.

“What happened after that?”

“Jon said I was only doing it to get revenge against Elmer because I don’t like him. He thinks that I made it all up,” Misty said. She blew her nose. “Mrs. Johnson said that she couldn’t do anything and that I should call CPS.”

“Does your mom know?”

Misty nodded her head no.

“She wouldn’t believe me if I did tell her. She’d believe Elmer right away and tell him we told on him.”

Chase exhaled sharply.

“That’s bullshit. It’s all bullshit,” Chase said. “There are mandatory reporting laws.”

Misty shrugged her shoulders. Chase took a fresh wad of tissue and dabbed the corners of her friend’s eyes.

“Thanks,” Misty said. Chase nodded.

“Fucking Genovese bystander bullshit,” Chase murmured.

“What?”

“When people are bystanders and do nothing, it’s called the Genovese effect or the bystander effect.”

Chase stood up and paced the tile floor. She ran her fingers through her hair as she brainstormed.

“C’mon,” she said as she reached for Chase’s hand. “Let’s go?”

 

Chase pulled Misty up from the floor.

“What are we doing?” Misty inquired.

“Fuck this shit. Come on.”

Chase grabbed Misty’s hand and led her out of the restroom. Josh was still standing his post, like a faithful dog waiting it’s owner to return home.

“Thanks,” Chase said as she pushed by him.

A puzzled look passed over his face as the two girls ran through the freshman hallway to the empty gymnasium. One of the most encouraging things about their school is that there was no first-hour physical education classes. The gym was always empty, and the gym had an exit that led directly to the parking lot.

The pair half-ran to Chase’s car, which was unlocked. She motioned for Misty to get in.

“What are we doing?” Misty said. “I’ve never cut school before.”

“They’ll all forgive you,” Chase said as she slipped the key into the ignition.

“I’m sorry they all let you down. I wish you would’ve told me sooner.”

“What could you have done?” Misty said with a smirk.

“The same thing I am going to do right now,” Chase said as she steered the car out of the parking lot and up Lincoln Avenue.

“And what is that?”

“My cousin is the chief of police,” Chase said.

“James Barlow is your cousin?” Misty said. She sniffled and crammed the used tissue into her pocket.

“Yep.”

The friends remained silent the remainder of the two-minute drive to the police station.

“You ready?” Chase said.

Misty nodded as she undid her seat belt. She closed her eyes and sighed as she nodded her head affirmatively. Chase reached over and hugged her friend.

“You can do this. I’m here,” Chase said. “Let’s do this.”

The two held hands as they walked into the tiny brick building. Officer Dwayne Perry was working the front desk.  Chase’s family had been friends with the Perry family for at least three generations, as often happened in small rural towns.

“Hey Chase,” Officer Perry said. “What can I do for you? Why aren’t you ladies in school?”

“We’d like to-“

“I need to report a crime,” Misty said.

Chase squeezed her hand.

Chase wasn’t surprised when she saw neither Misty nor Hannah at school for the remainder of the school year. She scanned the bleachers hopefully during graduation, as she walked to receive her diploma. She smiled the entire way to the podium. Later that evening, Chase decided to pick up the phone and attempted to dial Misty’s number. The line had been disconnected.

Chase sighed and smiled. Renewed with hope, she returned to the after-graduation festivities, happy to know that she was not the only one to begin something new.


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