AN: Another Chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but I have been writing. I have many, many more chapters on paper I just haven't had the motivation to type them up. However, my muse suddenly popped up again and I'm raring to do. I hope this chappy will do for now.
Disclaimer: I only own Terry. SHE IS MINE! Everything else belongs to their respective owners.
Take Away My Skin
Chapter 4 Detention is fun
Soda followed Todd through hallway after endless hallway as they headed towards detention. Soda always managed to screw something up at least once a day. It was like his daily ritual, he just had to do it, even if it was unintentional. Unfortunately for him, this time he gets to spend an extra hour in the hellhole known as Bayville Highschool. He sighed looking at the walls in the hallway, they were cream coloured with random collages painted up close to the cieling. Bayville was a nice school, but the students bothered him. He was shoved in the hallways, or avoided. This was all because he was different. It was wrong, well in his opinion.
Soda was broken fro his train of thought by Todd," We're here yo," he said opening the door. "The usual crew is in here," he annouced hopping into the room and disappearing from Soda's view.
He sighed and reluctantly walked inside the small white walled room. It was just like every other classroom. Although the number of students in this particular classroom was a much smaller number than a regular class. There were about right other students, and three of them were members of the brotherhood. He cautiously walked to the back of the nearly empty classroom and sat down. There was a lot of graffiti and carved images in the wooden surface of the desktop. There were also some charred spots around the edges.
"Hey," Someone called out making Soda look up and around as he tried to pinpoint the voice. His gaze fell upon the silver haired boy whose name he has learned was Pietro. The lean speedster eyed him curiously before opening his mouth to speak. "You'll have to move," He said in his usual smug manner, his trademark smirk creeping up onto his face.
"Why?" Soda asked barely understanding the words flowing from the other boys mouth. His speech was way faster than Soda was used to.
"Because," The girl in front of him began as she turned around. Her dark blue eyes met hers and she smacked her gum loudly before resuming to chew the pink piece of rubber. "That's Lance's seat."
"So?" He replied shrugging. It wasn't like it was a big deal, it was just a desk. Mind you there were a lot of things about life in Bayville that he was unsure about at the point in time, and frankl;y detention was one of those things.
"Hell get annoyed if he doesn't get 'his seat' at the back of the class," Pietro stated tapping his fingers on the desk impatiently, not breaking his gaze from the torturing hands of the clock. His speech had slowed significantly. This made it about ten times easier for Soda to understand him.
Soda shrugged nonchalantly, "He ain't here," He replied flowing the silver haired mutant's gaze to the clock. He was already anxious for this awkward detention to end. He didn't belong here. Tabby noticed his gaze shift and turned back around to face the front.
"True," Pietro agreed, "But her probably will be. Depending on if the stupid principal finds the 'art' he left on the wall of the school outside the gym," He rambled more to himself than anyone else. No one else seemed to pay any attention to Pietro anyway.
Tabitha laughed despite the fact. It was a high pitched nasal laugh that almost made Soda cringe at the sound. It was nothing like the melodical laugh that Rogue seemed to possess, "Yeah, most definitely," was her response.
Silence fell over the back corner of the detention room for a couple minutes. Tabby smiled and turned around again as Pietro cleared him throat and Todd's forehead fell onto his desk signifying his boredom as well. "So what is a goody-two-shoes X-Man like you doing in detention anyway?" She asked tilting her head to the side slightly.
Soda swallowed unconsciously. He wasn't used to the term X-Man yet, and Tabby wasn't really the type of person he liked. Well, what he knew of her so far. "My last teacher was a bitch," Was his quick response and he began to search his bag for food. He has just recalled that he hadn't eaten anything but Rogue's chips. That wasn't even really food, it was chemicals.
"Mrs. Mitchell," Tabby asked tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. She was at least trying to make a conversation with him. That was more than he had gotten from any of the students at Bayville high since he had gotten there.
"Yeah," He responded blandly a smile creeping up on his lip upon finding the sandwich he knew he packed for a lunch. He unwrapped it and began to wolf it down immediately. He had not noticed how hungry he actually was.
"Yeah, she always gives me detention too," Tabby stated an unhappy tone lacing her usually happy voice. "I think it's because we're mutants. I'm pretty sure that she's a mutant hater, just like the other half of the stupid school," He sighed.
"Who isn't these days," Pietro commented leaning back and crossing his feet a top his desk. "She gives me detention too. I can't sit still for too long, it's gets boring. She hates it when you fidget."
"Yeah, I'm not so good at sitting still either," Soda replied after swallowing a bite of his sandwich. "I don't have a big attention span."
Soda jumped when the ground unexpectedly began shaking violently. Bayville wasn't on a fault line, that he knew of. He looked around and noticed how none of the Brotherhood seemed affected by this at all. This was quite puzzling to the young blonde. He started to relax, if they could, then he didn't see why he couldn't as well. Maybe it weas that fact the deep inside he wanted to fit in with them too. Him having detention made him think that he had more in common with them than he did with Scott or Kurt. The door to the room was thrown open, and yelling reached their eyes. Soda cringed at the near screech of the female voice. Rogue and Lance walking in. Rogue's faced was twisted with fury, and Lance's face was turning red with rage. Neither seemed like very good signs. The other students in detention shrank away from the waves of anger washing off of the pair.
"It's not mah fault that ya're a fuckin' moron," She hissed slamming her books down on one of the desk with a loud 'smack'. "Ah was only dragged in here 'cause ah was hangin' 'round that area, so good job ya fuckin' rockhead," She yelled pulling the chair out and sitting down in the desk. Neither of them paying any attention to their peers.
"Give it a rest Rogue," Lance yelled back, "I don't fucking care," He spat walking past her towards the back of the room.
"No, it's not mah fault ya're an idiot," She screeched standing again and grabbing his shoulder. She pulled him back so he was forced to look at her. "Ah'm in enough trouble as it is, ah don't need ya fuckin' up mah lahfe anymore."
"Fuck You," Lance shot back shrugging her gloved hand off of him. The ground began to shake a bit more intensely than it had before. You could see the waves passing underneath the tiles covering the floor. "If you still lived with us, you wouldn't be such a stuck up, conceited, self-centered bitch!"
Rogue glared at him and slapped him hard with her gloved hand. "Ya're such a fuckin' jerk!" She yelled grabbing her book and moving a few desks down so that she was now beside Soda. She threw her bag onto the floor next to the desk. "This is what ah get for goin' out for a smoke."
Lance rolled his eyes, "Cry me a fucking river Rogue. It's your fault for standing only four feet away from me."
"Well it's yar fault for not fuckin' puttin' it out lahke ah said," She snapped once again not moving to sit. She glared at the older mutant. If look could kill, Soda was sure that Lance would indeed be dead on the floor right this very second.
Lance rolled his eyes again and scoffed. "Not my fault you can't let loose and have a little fun. Xavier's has made you into a goody-two-shoes loser freak like the rest of those nut jobs," He stated angrily.
Rogue snarled removing her glove. A move that no one else really seemed to notice. She quickly raised her hand and smacked him again. However, this time she kept her bare hand on his face for just a couple seconds longer than before. This was definitely not an affectionate touch.
Her hand slowly slipped from his face, their eyes still locked in an intense gaze. When she let go he staggered back catching his balance on the desks. He glared at her, "Bitch," He spat venomously before turning to go to his seat. He let out a frustrated sigh when he spotted Soda seated there. He stomped right up to the desk and slammed his fist down onto the wooden surface, sending a jolt of seismic energy through the object earing a metal groan from it's legs. "You're in my seat."
He shrugged innocently "So?"
"Well can you move," Lance hissed not really in the mood to argue anymore, he had a killer headache from both his powers and from Rogue's excessive screeching.
Soda contemplate that thought for a moment. However, he had gotten quite comfortable in the plastic chair, and didn't want to move. "Hmmm.....nope," was his response.
Lance sigh and picked Soda up by his shirt. "Look kid, I am in no mood for this, so fucking move or Ill make you by beating your fucking head in," He threatened his voice a low growl.
"Leave him alone asshole, there are otha seats," Rogue snapped at him not tolerating his unusual thuggish behavior. It was only something he exhibited when he felt ganged up on, or angry. Something Rogue knew all too well.
He glared at her. However, he let go of Soda's shirt dropping the seventeen year old back down onto his feet. Soda swallowed, and quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, moved over to the seat in front of Rogue and sat down refusing to meet anyone's gaze. He solved this problem by staring ahead at the teacher's empty desk. Lance sat down resting his feet up on the desk top. He sighed and leaned back folding his hands behind his head.
Pietro chuckled at the new situation. "Such a bully Lance," He chided with a smirk earning the middle finger salute from his friend and house mate. "What did you do anyway?" He asked the rock tumbler as he adjusted his seating position so that he sat sideways across the chair.
"Ms. S caught me toking up in the smoke pit," He answered holding back a yawn. "I'm missing work for this bullshit."
Tabby smacked her gum again, "Nice," was her response.
"Yo, I thought you quit smoking that stuff man," Todd spoke up after being silent through the whole altercation. He was beginning to feel invisible. Only Fred and Wanda seemed to talk to him civilly now a days.
Lance shrugged his shoulders, causing his chair to tip back dangerously. He took his feet off the desk and placed them back on the floor. "I did, for the most part anyway, A little bit can't hurt," He explained half assed. "Besides, it fixes my headaches."
Todd shrugged "I guess not. You're headaches do get pretty bad yo."
"Yeah, cranky Lance is no fun." Pietro piped up. Silence filled the room before it was once again broken by Pietro. "Oh my god. You know what I just noticed," He exclaimed suddenly. Talking so fast only Rogue, and the Brotherhood understood him.
Lance groaned not really interested but decided to humor the speed demon, "What?" He question almost immediately regretting it. He could feel his headache creeping back up on him.
"This is just like that movie the breakfast club." He stated a look of revelation on his face. It was like he had some great epiphany.
"What do ya mean?" Rogue asked rudely not really caring for the boy's explanation. She would rather not know.
"This," He said running a hand through his silver hair clearing his throat preparing to explain it all.
"Who cares," was Rogue's immediate response. She was in no mood for Pietro's senseless babble.
"We have one too many people Pietro," Lance sighed pitifully atttempting to shut the speedster up.
"Ok let me explain this," He turned back to face the others earning groans from Lance, Rogue, and Todd. Tabby and Soda didn't seem to really care at all. He cleared his throat, "Ok, Todd and what's his name are the loser nerd guy, Tabby is the preppy cheerleader type, minus few things," Pietro says with a smirk earing the middle finger from his blonde house mate. He continues, "I'm the jock. Lance is the badass, and Rouge is definitely the basket case." He finished proudly.
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Gawd Pietro ya need a life that doesn' involve turning real lahfe inta movies, or comparin' them," She said resting her head on the desk.
Pietro shrugged not really caring, "I guess that's your opinion Roguey."
"Anyway," Tabby said loudly yo keep Rogue from attempting to kill the speedster, which with considering the goth's current mood was entirely possible. The thought was however very tempting. She turned to face Lance. "Can I score some off you? I know you're holding.," She asked once again tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ears.
"When we get home," He replied once again leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He turned his head to look at Soda. He studied the younger boy for a moment, "What's your name kid?"
"He's the new X-geek," Pietro interjected impatiently. He was holding out for any reason to make time go faster.
Lance threw his pencil at the speed demon. Of course this was useless since he just yelped and zipped out of the way. "Well no shit Sherlock. Lance snapped his patience wearing thin. "He has a name dipshit," he hissed before turning back to Soda. "What is it?"
"Sodapop," He replied letting out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. "My name is Sodapop Curtis."
"Cool," Lance responded resting his feet back up on the desk. "It's an original name."
"Well, my dad was an original person. My younger brother's name is Ponyboy, and my twin sister's middle name is Pebbles, like from the Flintstones," Soda stated happily taking pride in his father's uniqueness.
"Sounds like it," Lance said pulling a pack of smokes from his jean's pocket and placing one between his lips. "I think that it would be neat to have an original name." He lit the cigarette and let out a long satisfied sigh. His attempt to shut Pietro up seemed to have worked. For now at least.
Soda nodded, "Yeah," He ran a hand through his hair, "Are all the teachers here such bitches?" He inquired starting to wonder about the qualifications that their instructors actually possessed.
All five of the other mutants stifled the laughter that rose in their throats. Even Rogue couldn't help but let a small giggle escape her lips. Soon they managed to compose themselves without much difficulty. Soda's face reddened, 'Maybe that was a stupid question,' he thought to himself.
"Yeah, 'cause we're the Brotherhood and we're mutants, so we're just no good," Tabby added creating a small bomb in her hand. "It's like that automatically makes us bad" She said throwing the bomb out the window. It exploded upon contact with the concrete ground causing a small pothole to form.
"Sometimes we just do bad shit," Rogue stated pulling Lance's cigarette from his mouth and taking a drag earning a glare from the older mutant. It was as if their argument earlier had never happened and they were now best friends. "It's tha whole karma shebang," She added taking another drag off of Lance's smoke before handing it back to the rock tumbler.
"Yeah, we kind of ask for it yo," Todd agreed joining in on the discussion.
"Yeah, we just can't behave," Pietro sing songed moving from his seat to the seat in front of Soda.
Soda shrugged, "Maybe we do it because that's what is expected of us," he stated.
Lance thought for a moment, "You're right. That is probably it. They expect us to be bad, so we are, so that they don't get disappointed."
"A good assumption I think," Rogue nodded smiling slightly at Soda.
"Ok, so we know why the goth and the rock tumblers and the newbie are here, why are you Tabby?" Pietro asked growing bored of their conversation about authority figure's impressions of them.
Tabby jumped on the new conversation. "Mr. Hobbs caught me stealing from the vending machines again," She said cracking her knuckles out of boredom. "Me and Lance do it everyday, it's about fucking time the admins noticed," She laughed, "We're robbing them blind and stocking our fridge at the same time."
Todd shot her a weird look, "Lance has a job yo."
"Yeah," Pietro agreed once again taking an interest in the group conversation. "So does Wanda. Why do we need to steal food?" He questioned eying Lance curiously.
"Dude, my money is for the fucking bills," He said taking a drag from his cigarette, "Wanda pays from the food, and with all that Fred eats that bill is quite large," Lance explained looking up at the ceiling, "Besides, you don't get pain that much working part time at a grocery store."
"Ok, moving on now," Pietro said slamming his hand down on the desk, "Money talk is boring. Todd what got you here?" He instigated.
He chuckled," Well it's a funny story yo."
"Oh do tell," Rogue said sarcastically, sometimes the brotherhood just got on her nerves. Todd always seemed to make her skin crawl.
"I was playing with this stuff in chemistry..." He began.
"Like what kind of stuff?" Tabby interrupted smacking her gum again.
"Oh I got this real stupid idea to drawn on my partners arm with silver nitrate. I found it on the counter next to me was way too tempting to pass up yo. It sounded like fun, but now I'm thinking that was a bad idea," Todd said sheepishly realizing how stupid he had sounded.
Lance smack ed back of Todd's head, "You're an idiot."
"Yeah, stupid idea," Rogue added tapping her fingernails against the hard wood of the desktop, growing anxious for the hour to end.
"Aw, is Roguey in a bad mood?" Pietro teased with a pout.
She attempted to smack him. However, her efforts were thwarted by his super speed. He zipped away and sat down on the teacher's desk. It was then that they all realized that ms. Bowmen, the teacher that was solely in charge of detention was missing in action. It had already been thirty-five minutes and no sign of her.
Rogue snarled at the silver haired boy, "Fuck off."
"What did I say to you about that this morning Roguey?" He said in an amused sing-song tone. Rogue was sure that Pietro's sole purpose in life was to torture others with his annoying speech patterns, and super fast impatience.
"Pietro leave her alone," Soda told him quietly. Pietro's annoyingly chirping voice was beginning to give him a headache. He didn't know how the members of the Brotherhood could stand that day in and day out. It was a mystery to him.
"Yeah Tro' back off," Lance agreed looking up at the clock. Forty minutes now. Twenty minutes to go.
"Wow, at least he's on mah sahde. Than gawd ah'm not tha only X-Man in here for once," Rogue mumbles quietly to herself. The only once who seemed to notice her say anything was Soda.
The group of mutants remained quiet for a few minuted before Tabby decided to speak up. God, I can't take this anymore. The silence is slowly, but surely, killing me," She groaned laying her head on the desk.
"Usually Ms. Bowmen is here long before now," Rogue remarked looking over at Soda.
Tabby got up, "I have an idea on how we could get someone in here," She said devilishly walking over to the teachers desk.
"Does it involve blowing stuff up?" Lance asked crossing his arms over his broad chest, no hint of humor in his voice at all.
"Maybe," She replied smiling innocently at their fearless leader.
"Then no," He stated firmly. Sometimes he felt like a babysitter.
Tabby frowned, "You're No fun," She pouted sitting back down.
"Why don' we jus' leave," Rogue suggested crossing her thin arms over her chest. "Ah mean no one is here yet, an' ah doubt anyone is gunna show up," She explained in annoyance. She had much better things to be doing with her time than sitting in an empty classroom with the Brotherhood as company.
"Because if someone does show up, And we're not here, we're just gonna get in more shit and have detention all fucking week," Lance explained stamping his cigarette out on the desk top leaving yet another charred mark on he wooden surface. "Personally, I can't afford that. I was lucky that my boss didn't really need me that badly anyway."
Rogue sighed, "Ah guess ya're rahght," She grumbled leaning back against the hard plastic chair. Ten minutes to go.
"Anyway!" Tabby exclaimed in her usual dramatic way, "Pietro, what did you do to get in here?" She asked taking the now colourless and tasteless piece of gum from her mouth and sticking it onto the bottom of the desk, where Soda suspected many more of the blonde's wads resided.
Pietro though for a moment, " Well Boom Boom, I was in P.E......"
Rogue interrupted him before he could continue, "What did you do speedy? Sink a basketball the wrong way or something," She muttered barely audible, but enough so that everyone could hear her retort.
"Fuck off Rogue," He responded with a smirk.
"Oh, according ta ya, ah can' do that now can ah," Rogue stated just as smugly as Pietro appeared.
The other mutants in the room laughed, especially when Pietro solely raised his middle finger as a retort.
Rogue smirked and raised her own finger, "Rahght back at ya buddy," She said cooly.
"So yeah," Pietro continued quickly ignoring the snickers from his teammates. Rogues comebacks were usually very good. She could never start out the teasing very well, but it always ended with her having the last word. "Mr. H got pissed off when I decided not to participate and decided to run laps around the block instead. I'm not very fond of field hockey. What a lame ass sport is that? Anyway he got pissed and told me I had to, so I said shove it up your ass, so he gave me detention for sassing him," Pietro concluded, talking so fast that Soda couldn't even follow him. None of the others seemed to have a problem however."
"That's a stupid reason to get detention yo," Todd remarked leaning forward on his desk.
"Yeah, well, a lot of things Pietro does are very stupid," Rogue commented ignoring the glare she received from the speedster.
Pietro then proceeded to stick his tongue out at her. The goth mutant rolled her emerald green orbs. Lance and Soda both shook their heads at the display of immaturity, but also found it slightly amusing. Rogue didn't really care.
"How many minutes left?" Todd asked growing bored and agitated as he began to fidget in the hard plastic chair.
Tabitha glanced at the clock, which was barely hanging on the wall. It looked as if it would fall at any moment and shatter, "Five."
Lance yawned, "Finally," He said stretching in his chair.
"Fuck, why does time go by so slowly," Pietro whined running his hands through his hair in frustration.
Rogue stifled a laugh finding this small outburst amusing. She eyed his now tousled hair, "Hey Quickie, nice hair."
He squealed and frantically flattened his hair with his hands, so that it no longer stuck up in several different places. This action created laughter throughout the small classroom. He glared at Rogue for him embarrassment. He only earned a smug look back from his former house mate. Silence fell over the group for a few minutes, however, it was broken by the ear piercing screech of the bell. Detention was finally over.
"FREEDOM!" Pietro screaming bolting out of the door before the bell even finished ringing.
Everyone laughed once more. The tension that had been in the air before had dissipated, and everyone was quite relaxed. Soda watched as the regular students ran out the door after Pietro leaving just the mutants. They rose from their seats. Rogue was the first one to pick up her stuff and head towards the door. Soda went to follow, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned around to face Lance.
"Hey kid," Lance said holding out his hand for Soda to shake. It was a simple gesture that Soda thought was uncharacteristic of the rock tumbler. "Welcome to Bayville."
Soda gave him another questioning glance before taking his hands, "Thanks."
Lance leaned in a bit, "If you ever get tired of Mutant Manor, give us a call," He said in a low voice slipping a piece of paper into Soda's hand. "I know what hell it can be for guys like us," He added taking a step back and releasing his hand.
Soda nodded in response feeling a sort of alliance beginning to form between him and the tow-headed leader of the Brotherhood. "You dig okay," Soda commented pocketing the folded up piece of paper.
Lance nodded and picked up his stuff, talking quietly to the Brotherhood members left in the room. Soda smiled and slung his bag over his shoulder. Rogue banged on the doorframe impatiently, "Soda, are ya comin'," She asked tapping her foot on the cool linoleum floor, a further sign of her impatience.
"Yeah, I'm coming," He replied turning away from the Brotherhood and looking at his friend.
"Well hurray up, or ya're walkin'," She called back as she began walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace.
Soda sighed and headed towards the door. Rogue was demanding most of the time, and when things didn't go her way it made her quite unfriendly. Lance rolled his chocolate coloured eyes, "She hasn't changed a bit," He remarked throwing his leather jacket over his broad shoulders.
He shrugged, "Well, sometimes people don't," He said honestly.
"Soda," Lance called to him again causing the younger mutant to stop in the doorway. "Remember what I said. Our door is always open," He told him pointing his finger in emphasis.
"Yeah, I will," was Soda's reply as he headed out of the room
He walked briskly down the now empty hallway. Soda noted how quiet the school became once all the students had left to go to their happy lives outside the cold walls. Then again, that's to be expected. He wandered into the school parking lot, and found Rogue sitting a top the hood of her car, her hair down and a lit ciigarette hanging from her slightly parted lips.
She jumped off the hood upon seeing him and jumped into the driver's seat of her car without opening the car door. "Took ya long enough."
"Sorry," He replied sheepishly as he climbed into the car himself.
"No problem," She said doing up her seatbelt. "I wasn't gunna let ya walk anyway. Ya'd get lost an' ah would get in shit."
"Thanks," He replied gratefully as she turned the ignition causing the engine to roar to life. He then looked at her cigarette, "Have more?" He asked.
She put her sunglasses on and opened the glove compartment in one fluid movement. "Help yarself," She said putting the car in reverse.
Soda took one, and lit it with the car light as Rogue quickly pulled out of the near empty parking lot. The quickly left the lot and sped down the streets leaving the hell hole known as Bayville High behind them until another day.
AN: I probably won't take as long as this to get chapter 5 up, since I have my muse back and all. Anna thank you, but stop pestering me, I'll have it up when I'm ready.
Next: Broken
Zeo Knight: I'm glad you like it.
Preview: I thought about writing this but I wanted other people's opinion. It's about Lance's mom and how she met his dad and all the shit that happened that made Lance's life a living hell.
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I've always thought that life was an adventure. That everyone had many, many adventures that they were predestined to go on. A different kind of destiny. I expected that I would have a fairy-tale life. Then again, what child doesn't. When I was six, I told myself that I'd make something of myself, something amazing, something exciting. Oh how the naive mind of a child perceives the world. But it's not the real world. It's just a fantasy world in their shrouded minds. Children have no comprehension of the real world and what it holds in it's cruel hands for you. I know that I did not. When I was eleven, I dreamt of having the perfect life, the perfect husband, the perfect family. Oh how the dumb mind of a child can be. I was very, very wrong about life. And I regret it with every fibre of my soul, my very essence. But that changes nothing.
My name is Dana Petros, or Dana Alvers as some prefer to call me. I have two sisters, Nora and Fiona. I am the youngest of course, and also the shame of the family. My sister's and I are not very close. We never were. I am thirty-eight years old, and I've been in prison for the past twenty years. I am a statistic. I'll admit it a loud. I never finished school past grade eight, and I know that I no longer have a future for myself. I'm too old to go back to school now. Not that I mind, I've always hated school with a passion. Since well, I never really fit in, or got along with anybody.
The sad thing is, I do not belong here in prison. Of course, since when is life fair to an eighteen year old drop out with three young children. They locked me away for twenty-to-life at the age of eighteen, when I still had my whole life ahead of me, and three children to raise. Anyway, that's enough of making people feel sorry for me. Too many people already do. This is not for pity. I do not need anymore of it. I want my story heard, my truth. Not the fake truth that has been spilled from the lips of that bullish man that they called my husband. My truth, the real truth.
