Chapter 1 Aftermath

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That was the only sound in the vehicle, as it pulled out of it's parking spot. It began to rain lightly as it usually does before it starts to rain harder. The light patting outside combined with the ringing sound from the phone a man was using in the drivers seat. He was tall and fit especially from the waist up. He was very well dressed in a pitch black suit not a drop of lint, dust, or liquid on it. His skin and eyes shared the same perfect color of a light brown, and his hair a pitch black color. Not a single hair out of place. his hair styled in the good boy style, at least that's what they call it in Bullworth. A frown on his face, as he drove the steering wheel with his right hand and held his cell phone on his left to his ear.

On the passenger seat was a small women her skin a white. Her blond hair was shoulder length but, wasn't as well done as the man next to her. Her bangs covering her eye brows and sun glasses covering her eyes. She wore a purple hoodie which was half wrecked with rips and mystery stains, along with blue skinny jeans which hugged her slender legs nicely and also wore white sneakers. She had her arms folded on top of her chest with a blank stare on here face. She looked to her left at her husband then over her shoulder to see her son in the back seat. Gary Smith.

There he sat with his head down and arms on either side of his body still as a statue without uttering a word. He was a mess, his brown hair ruffled and stained with dry blood, sweat, and, rain water. His uniform which he should have left behind was covered with little pieces of glass and wood especially his sweater vest which acted like a magnet to the sharp objects. Tiny but, noticeable rips on his white button up shirt along with small blood stains. His hair was covering his eyes with it's shadow every time lightning hit nearby. His mother eyeing him from bottom to top, stopping at his black and purple knuckles then continuing up to his face. She stopped at his face looking at his left cheek, where he earned three new scars. She eyed them ,and in her mind from left to right said each scars height. 'Medium ,small , big, …at least they stopped bleeding. Why won't he say anything?' she kept asking herself .

She didn't get much of an explanation when she and her husband entered the head's office. The parts of his ceiling on the floor and her beaten son sitting across the desk from . She just remembered running over to him to examine his wounds while her husband argued with Crabblesnitch for taking him out of a meeting for somethings she wasn't paying attention to. They were out pretty fast after Crabblesnitch finally announced at the end that Gary was expelled. Gary's dad was furious and put his word that he will get him back in no matter what.

"Hello," came a tired response on the other line on the phone "James do you have any idea what time it is?" came another tired response.

"Frankie, I'm going to put you on speaker. I'm driving."
James then pushed a button taking his eyes of the road for a second to put his cell phone down on the elbow rest.

"Frankie, Gary was expelled your taking Bullworth Academy to court and try to get him back in."
"Me?"
"That's write Frankie, you." he replied.

"Wait, you want to send him back, next year?" his wife said surprised.

"Who that?, Who's with you in the car?" Came a surprised response from the phone.

James ignored him ,as he took a quick glance at his wife before turning his attention back to the road.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure me announcing it after we left the office wasn't a big enough clue. Why is that a problem Amanda." he said in a irritated tone.

"Yes, it is a big problem! James he has been there for over three years and he comes out looking like this, and you want to send him back!" she angrily replies back.

"First of all do NOT, speak to me in that tone!" he says in a threatening tone that even makes Gary cringe.

"Second, this is the only school dumb enough to except him for miles. There isn't anywhere else that will take him except Bullworth Academy." he said never taking his eyes of the road.

"Bullworth Academy?" came a response from the cell phone between them.
Amanda blushed a fiery red knowing that Frankie was listening to them yell at each other.

"Yes, Frankie do I need to repeat myself."
No no, I heard you. I just decided to look up the school while you two were uhh arguing." he said awkwardly.

"Sorry about that." Amanda said softly.

"It's okay, anyway, the lawyers they have are, well they're ... James it's going to be a
miracle IF, I can even get him to step on the campus." Frankie said disappointed. "Why don't you do it. You can take them on, your twice the lawyer I'll ever be, you won't even brake a sweat."

James turned on the windshield wipers, while the rain began coming in stronger along with louder thunder. Never taking his eyes off the road. While everyone who was listening to the conversation waited to see what his answer would be.

"No"

"What" both Frankie and Amanda blurted out at the same time.

He stayed silent. He felt his wife's eyes on him. He then looked at his rearview mirror at Gary, his son.

Gary felt like he was being watched. He never liked that feeling it made him tingle inside and made him angry in his mind. He looked up to find the source of his suspicion. He stared up at the rearview mirror to see his father watching him. His fathers eyes changed from caring to anger in a matter of seconds just with one look of his eye scar. Gary looked back down deciding he didn't need his death glare at the moment and put on his seat belt.

"Frankie, just take notes find a pencil and paper then I'll tell you what the head accused him of and hurry up." he commanded.

"I can't believe you." mumbled Amanda. She turned her head to look out the window.
"Don't start, Frankie is good he needs a case like this to get better. I'm doing him a favor giving him a challenge."

"I got em, "Frankie spoke "What do I write?"

"Crabblesnitch claims he heard Gary confess out at the school bell tower admitting a series of crimes he did throughout the years" James spoke.

"Ouch, he admitted it and someone heard him, and that someone happened to be the head."

"Frankie shut up and let me finish," He shouted before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Your correct, but it can be hard to overhear someone scream on top of a rooftop that has a huge altitude. With very large bells that that go off loud enough for the whole town to hear. There was also a very thick glass ceiling above his office. Now can a middle aged man like him hear anything, with all those elements including a rainstorm, hear a sixteen year old yell. Finally he's blaming him for a riot that supposedly he also claimed to have herd him confessed to. There his students that he just lost control of and after he gained control again he blames it on a medicated student." he finished.

"Mhm" responded the Frankie still taken back a bit to say anything.

"What about witnesses someone else could of heard him, what then?" Frankie replied.

"They're teenagers Frankie they are not adults, they feed off on rumors and other things. So if you do have witnesses they'll all say something different."

Amanda zoned out after that, she looked behind her to look at Gary. 'How could a sixteen year old do all that? It just seems so unrealistic, maybe the old man is just talking nonsense. Then again Gary hasn't always been so distant to us' she thought. She then remembered back to when he was fourteen and acted like a normal kid. Even after they found out he had ADD he was a normal fourteen year old watching his favorite television shows, making jokes, and even playing outside with his father. But all good things must come to an end she guessed. It all started when he came home with his eye scar. His eyes were full of intense fear and his skin was as pale as could be. The expression that looked as if he was about to vomit for hours. The next day instead of watching T.V. he began lifting weights her husband used in the garage. He would go until his grunts turned into vicious screams. His jokes turned into taunts often to teachers, adults , other kids and rarely her and her husband. Finally he stopped going outside to play sports with his father, instead he stayed in his room and locked the door ordering not to be bothered.

Amanda let the memories after that day come to her like a speeding train. When she hit a certain one, she slowly closed her eyes lightly letting a tear come down her left cheek, taking off her sunglasses revealing brown eyes. Then finally turning to her husband.

"James" she whispered

"Frankie you'll do fine, now I told you everything he accused him of." James said too caught up in his conversation to hear his wife.

"I'm not too sure are you positive you don't want to take the case yourself, because you can't fight fact your better and he is your son." Frankie responded nervously as if to anger his friend.

"James" she called out a little louder.

"Yes, for the last time I'm one hundred and ten percent sure. Just please take care of him as if he were yours." James said the last sentence flatly.

"James" she choked out

"What!" he turned his head to her, anger in his facial expressions, but softened only the tiniest bit after seeing her eyes for the first time in a while.

"What's happened to you" she said softly. He turned back his attention back to the road

"Did I not tell you not to start" he grumbled. "Stop that, you can't tell what to do! No matter what you know he needed our help when he came home scarred and you did nothing. I could only do so much but he needed a father. But no you never face your families problems you just think if you ignore it it will disappear well that's not how life works!" she cried out, literally. "Don't you dare tell I never face my families problems. I tried, I tried to get everything better the way it used to two years ago! But there is no reason with him! The boy I knew wouldn't have acted the way he did when I tried to find what was wrong with him...twice. I don't know what came home that one day but it sure as hell wasn't my son." he said the last sentence with so much emotion it made Amanda mad that they both felt the same way about Gary but he just quit on him after the second try." Don't you see, that's why he needs our help you can't just quit on him and send him as far away from home as possible and hope something good will happen he needs to come home." she said angrily.

"I've had enough of this. This conversation is over." he said irritated.

"Oh, ok, just like our last family diner two years ago." she said softly just for him to hear.

"SHUT UP!" he turned his head to look over to her, eyes full of rage. She did the same.

Gary looked up he saw his parents having another stareing contest this was normal at the household after the day he got his shiner on his eye. But something else caught his eye, he look in the middle of them and saw a pair of head lights through the wind shield heading directly at them. Before he could react the car made impact with the other. All three of them yanked forward. James head collided with the steering wheel. His body pushing it forward for more pressure on his head and neck. Amanda's head hit the windshield causing the windshield to have a new member to the collection of cracks already on it. Her body also flew forward until the cars air bags released causing both of their bodies to forcefully push back into her seat.

Gary closed his eyes, the loud sound of car horns being set off with the sound of metal and glass breaking gave him a headache, thanks to the beating he got earlier. The screeching of metal could have mad his ears bleed. He lunged forward , but was yanked back by his seatbelt from his stomach chest and neck. Coughing uncontrollably he could feel his body being moved up to a 90 degree angle. He opened his eyes for a quick second to see what happened, the windshield was too over cluttered with cracks and ...'blood' his eyes went wide. But then closed as he felt the car about to fall the full 180, clutching his seatbelt and gritting his teeth. A loud crash of bending, screeching metal was mixed with a crunching then breaking sound of the windows and windshield. Gary bumped his head on the roof of the car as it crashed to it's full 180 degree angle. His head ringing loud and hard, he felt deaf from his ears. He desperately wanted to open his eyes but they simply wanted to close and let his body pass out. He fought the urge to pass out, he taste of his blood helped him stay awake and think.

He found the strength to open his eyes and look at his surroundings in his blurry vision. He knew he was upside down and he needed to get out. His hands were dangling over his head and he felt his back hands touching little pieces of glass. His heart never stopped it's mad beating. His body desperately wanted to rest and shutdown, but he found strength. He moved his left arm and grunted as the pain shot from his shoulder. He moved his right arm slowly and gently, he found it to be pain free. He slowly continued to move his hand toward his left hip to unhook his seatbelt. He felt the button. 'Don't be stupid' he told himself. He looked up and saw a army of broken glass. 'Now by the angle I should fall on my left side.' he thought. He mentally panicked that he might fall on his head and die but needed to get out. He still had his thumb on the button thinking about what he should do, he decided to close his eyes and move to the left at the best time. Click. He let out a scream of pain when the whole left side of his body hit the glass cluttered floor. He closed his eyes finally excepting his bodies demands for rest.

The sound of patting rain outside told him he was still awake the lightning made his eyes open. His eyes vision was worse than before. He lifted his head so that it was standing on it's chin an spit out the blood. He moved his arms grabbed a hand full of glass and began to crawl to his right on his stomach. His palms and finger nails dug into the glass filled floor scrapeing and cutting deep into his arms and fingers. His hand reached out of the window and could feel the cool rain hit his hand. He stopped enjoying the cool water on his hand and then proceeded to move. Soon his other hand was out then his arms, head, torso, legs and his feet. He grit his teeth and proceeded to stand up. He let out a grunt when he felt his left leg go numb. He limped over to the drivers seat. He slipped on his numb leg on the wet street but grabbed a hold of the flipped car next to him for balance. Gary leaned on the car next to the drivers window. He slipped down until he was in a sitting position and stretched out his legs. The feeling of his numb leg was enough to make the whole left side of his body numb. The glass in his palms and fingers stinging enough for him to pass out. The ringing in his ears cease to stop and the rain made his vision worse. And his lungs took in deep slow breaths of air but not enough to stay awake. Yet his mind raced on what he was about to see, for that was what he feared for the most. Stomach churning he peeked inside the window next to him. His vision wasn't blurry enough to hide what he saw. He slowly looked away, back to his sitting position leaned his head back and closed his eyes letting the rain clean his uniform and wounds.

A/N: Sorry I know it's long especially if your on a mobile device. Leave a review and tell me if I did something wrong .Thanks, IDK I think it turned out good