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Chapter Fourteen- Cat Fight.
We passed through the threshold of the diner to the outside world. I pulled my jacket a little closer to me as the air was a little bit chillier then before. We causally headed through the parking lot towards the Impala. A car pulled into an empty space four cars ahead of where the Impala was parked. Out of that car came the people I had hoped I would never see again. It was the so called 'cool kids' and just the sight of them made me so mad. I just wanted to walk right up to them and smack Greg and Courtney.
It was all their fault that Jordan was in the hospital and that we were even in that stupid house. If they had not dared us to go inside, nothing would have happened to me or Jordan. I might not have been able to change the past but I sure could do something about the present. Leaving a confused Sam and Dean behind me I marched straight up to them. They stopped when they saw me headed their way. All of those stupid idiots had smirks on their faces. That did nothing to cool the anger that boiled inside of me.
Courtney, the arrogant self proclaimed queen bee, had the audacity to smirk at me and said, "Damn, looks like they made it out alive." That set me off and I instantly lost all self control. I cocked my fist back and just punched the stupid bitch dead in her face. My fist connected with her nose and blood quickly started dripping out. She screamed in agony and started to yell at me, calling me a stupid bitch. Greg was at her side looking to see how much damage had been done. He then turned to me and asked me what the hell my problem was hitting his girlfriend like that. And just like his stupid girlfriend, my fist met his face. I was so pissed off that they hadn't cared enough to know that Jordan and I had gone to the hospital because of that stupid dare. They didn't even stick around to see if we stayed inside the house or not, or whether we were injured.
It was all their fault. That phrase kept repeating itself in my head over and over again. Someone, I wasn't sure who, because at this point I was too distracted by my thoughts, asked me what my problem was. I heard myself yelling, "Look at me! If you could see my back, they would notice the bruise there. My arm had been pulled out of the socket. I was thrown into a wall twice. Jordan, had been sliced up so bad that he was still in the hospital unconscious and the doctors didn't know if he would make it through the night. It's all your fault! If you hadn't dared us to go in there, neither of us would have gotten hurt. And the fact that you didn't even stick around to see if we were okay or not, that's what pissed me off more than anything. That's what my fucking problem is with you people and I hope you feel guilty about this whole thing."
I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to pull me out of the way. I looked over my shoulder again to see that it was Sam. Feeling exhausted, I let Sam start to lead me away. Suddenly I felt something yank on my hair, pulling me back. Reaching behind me, I grabbed the arm of whoever it was. I was able to grip their wrist and managed to find a pressure point. Doing this got me a cry of pain, also releasing the hold on my hair.
I turned around with a murderous expression on my face as I looked at Courtney. Oh was she stupid or what? She then smacked me and wanted to do so again, but I blocked her hand, cocked mine back and decked her in the face again. This time I connected with her eye. She gave another yell of pain but that didn't stop her from trying to hit me again. A few times she connected some good blows while I connected a few good blows of my own.
Next thing I knew we were on the ground, rolling around hitting and pushing, trying to be the one in control. I somehow got on top of her and just started wailing on her relentlessly. I hit her face, the top part of her body, anything my fists could connect with, they did. Then I felt two sets of hands on me trying to pull me off her. Then I felt a fist connect with my face and I tasted blood. I heard shouting and cussing and then a few thumps and I was suddenly released.
I turned to see Ryan on the ground. Then I looked forward and saw Greg on the ground too. In shock I just stood there, I could not believe the prick actually hit me and that his little brother had held me captive. I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder leading me away. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins so I didn't feel any of the pain I knew was sure to come. Though, the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. Stumbling a bit I felt another hand try to hold me steady but it didn't make a difference. My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed in a heap on the ground. I was crying and shaking from the pain and anger. My arm was throbbing and my head hurt; so did my mouth.
I felt someone pick me up, so I looked up and it was Sam. I just laid my head against his shoulder, crying as he carried me to the car. I distantly heard Dean ask him if they should take me to the hospital or not. Sam replied, "no I don't think she really hurt anything to bad." I noticed for the first time that my arm was out of the sling that it had previously been in. Guess in my anger I had used that arm as well to attack her.
Sam gently placed me in the backseat of the car then headed around to the passenger seat, while Dean got behind the wheel and started the car. Once in the car Sam looked back at me, I think to see if I was still conscious or not. But I could not be sure, I could barely make out anything through the haze that now clouded my vision. Slowly my heavy eyelids closed and I let the darkness consume me.