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Chapter 11 (v.1) - Like a Car Accident

Submitted: August 24, 2009

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Submitted: August 24, 2009



Chapter 11

The rest of the day was practically one from hell. It took all I had not to scream at them to stop staring, and took all of me not to run to the farthest town possible. My face was red the entire day, until finally I was called up to student services in third period. With a groan I picked up my bag and made the slow, painful walk up to the office, dreading what sort of drilling I’d get this time. As I entered the cool building, I took notice of a short Italian woman, who stood cursing at the Junior guidance counselor. Alessandro sat slouched in a chair behind her, his arms folded over one another, and I looked at him, eyes confused. This couldn’t have been about what had happened. Before anyone caught notice of me, I walked up to him. “Ale, what’s going on?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“The fuckin’ counselor wants me to drop out because of all the rumors that they 'figure' are starting. She doesn’t want the school to get a ‘bad reputation’ as she called it.” He spat, and I furrowed my brow.

“A bad reputation? What are you talking about?” He sighed and sank lower in his seat. Before turning those dark brown eyes of his to me.

“Meaning they don’t want… fuck, what’s the word?” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes in deep thought. “Whatever, they don’t want a white kid and a colored kid to be together.” My face dropped in angry disbelief.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I demanded, decently loud as well. “That is the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard of!” I said, standing up and looking at the counselor.

“Devin Marie, sit down and be quiet!” Jeffery’s voice came from Mr. Mallory’s office. I looked over and caught sight of them, still fuming.

“Do you hear what they’re saying? It was a stupid mistake, neither of us meant it, and they’re talking about expelling him? Who came up with these god damn rules?” I snapped, and Jeff’s eyes filled with rage.

“Watch your language!” He yelled as he approached me, and I shook my head.

“It’s not his fault that this happened! If they want to expel anyone here, it should be me!” I responded. “This is bullshit.”

“Alessandro has a record, Devin, you don’t,” Mr. Mallory tried to explain, but I shook my head.

“Does it look like I give a shit whether he has a record or not?” I snapped, and Jeff grabbed me by the arm.

“That’s enough.” He growled, and something in his eyes, in his grasp, suddenly made fear shoot through my body.

“Let go of me,” I hissed, yanking my arm from his grasp. Boys could get into a fight and not be expelled for that, but when my lips accidentally touched that of an Italians, all hell broke loose. Who in gods name created these rules? "Don't frickin' touch me!" In anger I stormed out of the office. I couldn't listen to this crap.

"Devin!" I could hear Alessandro yell from behind me, but I kept walking. I took enough of this crap back home. I didn't need it here. "Deveen!" He called again, this time making the 'i' in my alias sound like an 'e' as he ran toward me. A long, tan arm caught mine, and I looked at him. "Calm down please, Bella," He said, and I shook my head.

"Calm down? Why should I calm down? This school is full of dumb asses who don't know how to run it!" I cried, and he nodded his head.

"I know, but please, if you react like this it'll only make it worse." He said, and I could tell that he was trying to calm me down.

"Don't go all smooth Italian accent on me or I swear to god I'll knock your lights out," I screeched, and he looked at me strange, facial expression telling me he was about to say 'what' when Jeff was suddenly upon us.

"Get your hands off of her!" He yelled, tearing us apart and shoving Ale on the spot. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He demanded, and without thinking I grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Jeffery!" He did exactly what I didn't expect. Instead of looking at me with angry eyes, jerking his arm away and walking away, he slung his hand back and back handed me straight across the face, sending me flying backwards onto the cement with a gasp.

"Devin!" Alessandro cried, rushing for me and clutching my hand, pushing it away from my face gently and examining it, his fingers were soft and cooling against the blazing skin. In my normal way, however, I pushed him away, physically and emotionally.

"I'm fine, Ale, I'm fine," I softly brushed his hand away, cringing as my own accidentally hit the cheek. I refused to look in his eyes as he looked into mine, and he turned to look at Jeffery. No remorse echoed in those cold blue eyes of his as he knocked Ale out of the way, pulling me up by the arm. "Ouch- let go of me you sick ass hole" I growled, and Ale reached for me. The rest of our group were upon us however, Penny running toward our little trio with Giovanni, his mother, and the guidance counselors on her heels. Alessandro rushed for Jeffery, but his older brother grabbed him, locking his arms behind his back as his younger version tried to lunge for the blonde.

"Let go of me Vanni!" He growled, struggling against him and giving Jeffery a look that could kill. "I said let go!"

"Calm down," Giovanni growled, glaring at Jeffery as well. "He's not worth it, kid." The guidance counselors stared at us, but didn't say a thing, and I stared in shock at how many people could just stand by and watch.

"Come on, Devin," Jeffery began as he looked at Penny. "We're going home."

"Let go of me," I snapped, and he looked at me as he turned his back to the rest of them.

"We'll deal with you at home." What the hell was that supposed to mean? I wondered as he dragged me to the car. Penny walked along side us, head down and long brown hair draping over her shoulders. I turned my head and looked back upon the Italian family. Ale was shoving Giovanni off of him, and their mother was yelling at him, he yelled right back, just to get a simple tap to the cheek. The guidance counselors angrily spoke to them, but she dismissed them, sending her boys off to the car, where Alessandro stormed off to. A feeling of dread caught my heart and made my stomach churn as Jeffery shoved me into the back seat, slamming the door with all it's ferocity and making the car wobble a bit on it's tires. He climbed in along with Penny, whose head still stayed down as she kept quiet.

It was a deadly ride back to the apartment complex. Not saying that we crashed or anything, but the air, it could literally kill someone. Fear swam through my veins, but I was truly my fathers daughter and would not back down just because I was scared. I would dive head in and fight back. When we arrived back at the apartments, he pulled into our assigned spot and thrust open my door. "Get out," he demanded, and biting the inside of my lip I just glared up at him. I could feel my arm and face starting to bruise already, and that's something because I don't bruise easily. "I said," He started, reaching in and grabbing my arm. "Get out!" The force of which he jerked me out of that seat felt as if the car had just collided into a brick wall, or that the brakes suddenly worked like magic while it was going a hundred miles an hour. In shock and pain I cried out, trying to pull my arm from him as his grip tightened on the already tender left arm.

"You're fucking hurting me!" I screamed, but he just dragged me to the elevator, thrusting me into it while his wife followed silently behind. His grip tightened as we reached our floor, and as soon as we did, I made a bolt for it, just to be yanked back into Jeffery and pulled down the hall to our apartment. "Let go of me!" I let out at the top of my lungs, and the door two down from us opened a crack, just to be shut quickly. What the hell was wrong with these people? Jeff opened our door, and I was thrust inside, landing harshly on the wooden floor with a scream. I went to sit up, but all I felt was a hand on the back of my head and the sudden stinging of him pulling me up by the roots. In reaction I drew my hand to his wrist, digging my fingernails as tightly into them as humanly possible. In surprise he cried out, chucking me across the room, my arm being rammed into the top of the couch. I grimaced and groaned in pain as I tried to stand up. In a second he was on me, his eyes burning with fury as his fingers wrapped around my neck. I gasped for air and looked at my fingernail imprints. Blood was trickling from them, but I couldn't celebrate the little victory as he was trying to suffocate me. "J- Jeff," I gasped, head starting to swim. His grip only tightened, and I looked over at Penny, who merely leaned against the counter silently, head down. "Pen…" Water brimmed in my eyes and Jeffery threw me back to the hardwood near the door.

"You will never go against what I say again, do you understand me?" He growled, towering over me as I pulled my upper body up. Hatred sparked in my eyes as I looked at him, furrowing my brow at him defiantly.

"You know what, Jeff," I said, pulling myself up a little bit more, heels clicking against the hardwood as I looked at him. "Fuck you!" My right leg shot up, and the heel of my shoe collided with his crotch. He dropped in an instant, and as he clutched himself in agony, I fled through the front door.

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