Life through another's eyes
A/N: Yay, a new update. And I celebrate cause this story is the first story I have written that has over twenty reviews. And I hope more will come, so you can help me with that if you want. Enjoy and review.
Chapter 8, A new line of work
(Raphs P.O.V)
It felt weird when we where going to our next class. We had ditched our two first classes after lunch and now walking to our third and last class i felt a little weird just walking straight into the class room like nothing had happened. But I put my mask on and pretended like nothing had happened. But our teacher, being a typical miss Rocks asked where we had been. Don looked at us in slight panic, but Mikey was great at excuses and came up with a good one this time too.
"You see, Leo got sick after lunch and we helped him. We're sorry that we didn't tell any teacher, but it felt a little personal." He smiled his angel smile. He used it when he was trying to convince people, always different reasons. It always worked, and his big blue eyes wasn't exactly a problem. Puppy eyes, no one of our teachers could stand his blue puppy eyes. Miss Rocks just shrugged and let us pass. We sat down and waited for her to talk. Don leaned over to Mikeys desk and whispered something to us and since Leo and I sat pretty close to Mikey we heard .
"Thanks for not telling her the truth." He said and smiled at us. He was grateful, and we understood why. Miss Rocks wouldn't understand, that woman had no compassion at all. We only nodded at him.
"We promised didn't we?" Leos said and nudged him on the shoulder. Then he smacked Mikey and the arm. Lightly, but still. Mikey looked at him a little sour, and Leo grinned teasingly at him."That's for telling Miss Rocks I was sick. Next time make it someone else." We laughed and forgot about being quiet. Miss Rocks turned around and looked at us with stern eyes. We immediately got quiet and looked away from each other in only a few seconds. But she wasn't satisfied just yet.
"Do I need to remind you boys that we don't talk during class? If I find you talk more during this class, I'm gonna have to give you detention!" I was pretty used to having detention so I wasn't so worried about, but all of us knew Donnie couldn't afford detention. He had work to do at 'Vinnies' today and needed the money. So we sat quiet for the rest of the lesson and I knew three of us where sitting trying to process what we had trusted with today. After class today Don hurried out and we had to run to catch up with him. He was never in such a hurry on Thursdays, even if he had a work he wasn't running this fast to get there.
"Hey Don! Wait up!" Mikey shouted after him, and Donnie looked over his shoulder and slowed down, allowing us to catch up with him. We where just outside the school and a lot of students where hurrying to catch their bus to get home or someplace else.
"Why are you in such a hurry today? You're not that far from 'Vinnies' and you don't usually hurry this much. Is something wrong?" Leo asked. Don played a little with his fingers and looked like thought about something. He sighed and looked at us. He didn't look that happy for some reason.
"Mom called me today and asked if I could meet her at 'Vinnies' a few minutes before I started working today. She said something about big news." We looked at each other and then at Don.
"Good news or bad news?" I asked carefully. Don shook his head and shrugged at the same time.
"I don't know. But I'm sure it's something about a new job. And that's whats worries me. She had started to take more and more bad jobs. She once worked at dance club where she 'entertained' the guys. I'm fear she'll one day go and prostitute herself." I shook my head firmly and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, nobody's that stupid. And if they are, they have to be really desperate to go and prostitute themselves." Donnie narrowed his eyes and shoved me off his shoulder.
"But my mother is desperate! Why do you think she has worked so hard? Because she feels like it? No, she does it to help me survive! And I'm afraid that if she keeps going and do all those kind of jobs and maybe even become a prostitute, she'll only hurt herself and somebody will notice and take her away from me!" He had small tears running down his cheeks. I put my arm around his shoulders and gave them a squeeze.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure she's got some news that got nothing to do with the prostitutes or anything even near that subject. It'll be just fine." He looked at us and smiled. Then looked at the clock.
"Oh crud! I have to go, my mother waits! See you guys later!" He ran down the street and we looked after him as he ran. Poor guy. But how bad could i be?
(Leos P.O.V)
A few days went and Don didn't tell us what news his mother had told him. We guessed it wasn't that bad, and he didn' bother tell us. But we where wrong. Dead wrong. One day we sat in the class room and was working on a math problem and it was going pretty good, since Donnie had helped us so much during the semester. Our teacher had walked out of the classroom to go and get something from the teachers lounge. But then I noticed one boy with blond/brown hair and green yes approach Don and quick as a wink he reached out his hand and snatched something from his pocket.
"What does 'the geek' have here?" He snatched a note from Dons pocket, who turned around and tried to snatched it back. But the boy held it out of his reach. I recognised him. He was one of the bullies of the class and liked to pick on the weaker 'fighters' so to speak. I think his name was Kevin, but I wasn't sure.
"Aw come on, Don. Let's share your little secrets." Kevin said and started to unfold the note and read it, then looked at Donnie with big eyes and a big expression of contempt. He knew something the rest of us didn't. I thought about how good it would be to have Raph here right now, but this math class only Don and I had together this day. Raph had geography right now and Mikey had home economics. Don at first looked a little like he was going to panic, but then put a mask of anger on instead.
"Give me that note back, it's not your business, you with your mother at home and father to take care of you on the side. My mother is nothing to fear and nothing to hide from, she's taking care of me!" Don seemed to snap and practically flew on Kevin and wrapped his legs around the boys waist and his arms around his neck! The extra weight caused Kevin to fall over and they started to fight over the note. At first Kevin seemed a bit surprised. A nerd that fought back wasn't something he had expected, but soon he started to fight back more intense. I ran up from my chair and tried to stop the fight before our teacher came back. The other students had also raised from their seats and looked at the fight. I ran over to my friend and grabbed him around the stomach, and tried to pull him off the guy.
"Don! Stop it right now! It's not doing any good!" I said as I managed to lift him off Kevin. It was almost scary how light he was. I guess it was from living with limited food, but still. He was light as a feather. Just as I thought about that our teacher came in and saw what happened.
"What in the world is going on here?" He asked and looked at us rather firmly. Kevin started to talk immediately.
"Mr Wilson, Don just jumped on me and attacked me! He's crazy!" Both Don and I got angry and I started to defend my friend immediately.
"Only because you stole that note from him! You don't have any right to blame Donnie!" I didn't want to scream, but I couldn't help it. I was so angry! Don walked over to the boy and snatched to the note back, only to have Mr Wilson take it from him.
"What is this? Are you sending notes in class? You know I don't allow that! Now I want you o read it out loud to the class, or else I will!" I saw Donnies eyes widened and he stuttered.
"I... well I..." Then he got his tounge and stared at our teacher with anger. "No, it's none of your business!" Mr Wilson narrowed his eyes, unfolded the note and read out loud to the class.
"Dear son, I'm afraid I have to do some work down by the docks and wont be home until tomorrow. I hope you can get by yourself tonight. Love, mom."
My eyes widened too. The docks? The only work down there was for the... prostitutes! I had barely thought that before...
"The docks?Oh my god, Donnies mom is a prostitute! Dons nothing but a whore!" Another boy said and pointed at Don accusingly. Donnie was frozen and didn't say anything. But the shock left him and he started to defend himself.
"I am not a whore! My mom started to work there only a few days ago! Besides who asked for your opinion? You have a mother and a father that can help you without having to be prostitutes! How would you know anything? My mother is doing work at the docks to get money to give me food and shelter, what's the matter with that?!" He said, just as angry. The whole class started to call out 'whore' and 'son of a prostitute' and pointed at him and Mr Wilson had blow in a whistle to calm them down.
"Now, now quiet down all of you! I will not stand for this" Good a teacher with a heart in this school. Or so I thought. Our teacher lowered down to Dons level and looked him in the face, but not in the eyes."I should have known that you where nothing but trouble when you came to this school. You with your messy clothes and hot temper, I should have know you where from the gutter! And your mother too, well there is no place for a whore. But soon the state will get the dirty rats you are, you little son of a whore! Get out!" He said and gave Don a shove at the door and Donnie stumbled a little over his own feet. At first I didn't want to believe my ears. How did he have to nerve to say such things? Of all insensitive things! Don looked just as shocked and looked both angry and hurt at the same time. He opened his mouth, but no words. Then he just snatched the note from our teacher and ran out of the classroom. I immediately turned to our teacher and looked at him with despise.
"Well you handled that just great, didn't you?!" Then I ran after my friend. I remembered what he said a few days ago, and ran out of the school and to a ladder that led to the roof. There he sat and cried into his hands. He sat on his knees and just sobbed with anger and disbelief. I sat down beside him and put a hand around his back and stroked him.
"You have all right to be sad." I tried to comfort him. He didn't raise his head, but he did answer. With anger and not sadness.
"I'm not sad, I'm angry! How can she do this? I get she wants to take care of me, but it's not okay if she does this to herself! And Mr Wilson and those students are not making it easier for me! They don't get anything! They don't know anything about me or my life, who are they to call me 'son of a prostitute' when they don't know anything about her or me?! And that teacher, 'a dirty son of a whore' he calls me! I hate this!" He gave up and started to sob again. I pulled him into my arms and he sobbed into my shoulder instead. We sat there for a while, then I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket and I picked it up and read the text. It was from Mikey and he asked where we was. It was lunch time, and we hadn't showed up. Don looked up from my shoulder and read the text too.
"You feel like going down and have some lunch?" He nodded and we walked over to the ladder and climbed down. I thought about what I was going have a talk with Mikey and Raph later.
A/N: And that's chapter 8. Hope you like it. I'll update as soon as I can! Review please and have great week! Good night!
