Chapter 28.
Bunny.
It was quick for everyone to hear about Blossom and Brookelle. What an awful thing to do. I hate her so much. I can't believe she did that to her. Especially, to one of our best friends. Though, I'm not too surprised, it was bound to happen. I think we all knew Blossom was next.
"I'm scared," I confessed.
"She's in detention, now. She can't get to you," Blake comforted me. I snuggled more into him, trying to steal his warmth, trying to feel secure.
"But, when she does gets out… I think I might be next," I hesitated to say, not knowing how he would react.
"Why would you think that?" He asked, there wasn't much emotion in his words that I couldn't tell what he thought of me at this point.
"Well, she hasn't done anything to me yet."
"Are you kidding? She's always so mean to you."
"Yeah, but, I'm mean back, so it's even. I think she's going to do something to me." I paused, "Something really bad."
He pulled me closer to him, my face squished onto his chest, "no, I won't let that happen."
"I'm really scared, Blake."
"I won't let it happen, okay?" I nodded but I wasn't too sure.
Blake.
"Hey, Baxter."
He turned to look at me and I almost jumped. I thought he was angry at me, but it was actually just that his eyes were shaped to permanently glare at people, or maybe it was his eyebrows being so close to his eyes that it seemed like he was glaring. Bottom line is, he always looks like he wants to kill you and probably does.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure."
We went behind the building as everyone else ate their dinner. "I just wanted to talk to you about Brookelle."
He looked to the side, annoyed, "what?"
"I was just wondering if you knew what she's planning."
"Planning?" His eyes shifted to mine, interested.
"Or targeting."
He looked at me up and down, analysing me, "is this about Bunny?"
"How did you know?"
"Well, I doubt you have any conflict with my sister."
"Well, no. But, Bunny does."
"And you think she'll be her next target?"
I nodded my head and rubbed the back of my neck, "yeah. To be honest, I'm a bit worried, actually."
He nodded, "okay."
"Okay?"
He nodded again.
My eyebrows knitted together, "Okay...?"
He stared at me with a confused expression, as if saying, 'what do you want from me?'
My eye twitched, "what's that supposed to mean? Okay, I'll take care of it? Okay, she's safe?"
"Okay, as in, I don't care."
"You don't care? Bunny's safety is what we're talking about here, and you don't care? How heartless is that?"
He groaned, rolling his eyes, "I've talked to her about it and all I'll tell you is that she won't kill Bunny or any of her friends."
"She tried to kill Bubbles."
"She may have tried, but she won't try again, unless she gets her memory back, of course."
My eyes widened. Bubbles is working to get her memory back.
He smirked, "what? Bubbles is trying to get her memory back?"
I nodded.
"That's something that I'm pretty doubtful will happen, but if it does, make sure she doesn't confront Roo."
"What's wrong with her?"
His smile dropped and his eyes took on one of innocence, "who?"
"Brookelle," he didn't answer me, he just stared, "what's her problem?"
"That's none of your concern."
"It is when my girlfriend's life is being threatened."
"It's not your life that's being threatened, so it's not your problem."
"Just tell me, what's wrong with her." If Brookelle's anything like him, I understand why Bunny hates her.
"Stop getting into other's businesses, alright?"
"I'm just asking. You're so fucking defensive over your good-for-nothing sister."
That did it. His eyes glared hard at me, which, if I'm being completely honest, scared the crap out of me, "you know, I'm her twin brother."
"Yeah."
"Brookelle isn't the only one you should fear."
"What?"
"We're identical twins. We look the same, act the same, behave the same and hate the same." My eyes widened, fearful of the guy in front of me. Even though he was younger and an inch shorter, he made me feel small. I knew, just by looking at him, that he could beat the shit out of me and kill me just as easily. He smirked, knowing he intimidated me. "You should be careful with how you talk to me," with that he left.
Nobody.
"She's so pretty."
"She's probably a model."
"Yeah, but she's so pale and skinny."
"She hasn't eaten or drunken anything."
"At all?"
"Ever since she's been here."
"Oh, god. That poor girl."
"What's happened to her?"
"She was drugged and she did something horrible. I don't know all the details, I'm not assigned to her."
"That's disgusting."
"Who would do such a thing?"
"How awful."
"Will she get better?"
"I hope so."
"I heard she would, but not completely."
"That's so sad, she looks like she has such a bright future ahead of her."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that."
"Why not?"
"She came from North High School."
"North?"
"That's a dangerous school for dangerous kids."
"Her future was already ruined."
"What a shame."
Guard.
I'm the one who keeps watch of all the students in detention. People in detention are only given bread for breakfast, a cheese sandwich for lunch and mashed potatoes or pasta for dinner.
I put the tray down next to her. She was asleep. "Wake up," I commanded. She didn't answer, "wake up!" I raised my voice. Again, she didn't respond. "I told you to wake up," I kicked her; irritated that she wasn't listening to me. "Hey!" I used my foot to turn her on her back so that I could see her face. She had her eyes closed. "Hurry up and eat," I commanded.
I jumped when she opened her eyes, they're pure white and it creeped me out. It just added to the monster she is. She sat up and crawled closer towards the food, trying to find exactly where I placed it. She touched it with her dirty hands, picking up the sandwich; she bit into it and gagged, putting the sandwich back down on the plate. "I told you I don't like cheese."
"Well, cheese is all you're getting for lunch." She left it there, not touching it anymore. "You have to eat it."
"I don't want to."
"You have to or I'll make you."
"You can't force me."
"Yes I can."
"Just throw it away."
"No, you have to eat it."
She let out a breath, felt for the sandwich and opened it to take out the cheese.
"No, you have to eat everything, including the cheese."
"I cannot eat cheese, okay? It's gross."
"Eat it!" She took a bite and gagged again. I smiled with the amount of power I had over her. She took a break, "finish it!" I told her, kicking her leg. She took another bite, pressing her hand over her mouth and struggling to swallow.
"I can't…. eat this anymore," it seemed she was trying to hold in her throw up.
"Eat," I told her. She shook her head and I slapped her face. "Eat it."
She took a small bite and spat it out, coughing.
"You better eat that." She threw the plate and the rest of her sandwich towards me, but missed. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that, you bitch." I punched her and her head snapped to one side, I punched her again and this time she collapsed on the floor. I kicked her stomach, all of her breath escaping her all at once. She relaxed her muscles, a technique known to reduce the pain. I stomped on her head with my dirty boot and she screamed in pain. I was just about to stomp on her head one more time before she grabbed my ankle and I lost my balance, falling on my butt. She staggered towards me, dizzy from when I was smashing my boot on her head. She struggled to hold me down and punch me. With both hands, she gripped onto my neck, trying to choke me, but suddenly her grip was loosened and she just held her hand there, and it confused me for a mere second. I've been trained for this, for when I'm in this position, though I've never used it. I managed to switch our positions, and slammed her stomach on the ground. I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. She winced when I twisted it a bit too much. As I held her in this position, I used my other hand to reach for the sandwich she threw at me. I turned her around again, sitting on her so she wouldn't be able to move. She tried to push me off of her, scratching at my chest, but I was much stronger and too heavy for her. I forced her mouth opened and stuffed the rest of the sandwich in her mouth. She gagged, but I wouldn't let her spit it out. "Eat it and I'll release you." She had tears in the corner of her eyes as she tried to chew the giant piece of sandwich in her mouth. She eventually swallowed and she didn't look so good. I smirked, "that wasn't so hard was it?" She glared her eyes and I punched her in the face as hard as I could, knocking her out, before getting off of her.
…
There was a new kid in detention. He was placed in the cell across from that girl. "Brookelle, Brookelle. It's nice to see you again before school ends."
"Who are you?"
"James."
"Do I know you?"
"I'm Lucas' friend."
She suddenly became silent.
"Man, you've done quite a lot to get in here." There was a long pause, "did you think if you could get into detention, you'd be able to get away from us? That'd you'd be safe?" He waited for a response, but he never got one, "answer me, slut." He threw a rock, aiming it at her but it bounced off of one of the metal bars and the sound echoed. She didn't even blink.
"Hey! Keep it down over there!" I barked.
"I'm not a slut," she finally answered.
"You've fucked hundreds of guys."
"I've only been fucked by two… And it's not like I wanted it," she muttered the last part.
"Oh, boohoo. Trying to make everyone feel bad for you. Well, let me tell you, everyone thinks you're an ugly, disgusting, whore. We all know who you really are, just admit it, you asked for all of this."
"I didn't… ask for it," her voice was growing quieter.
He let out a sharp laugh, "you dress like a slut, you act like a slut, you are a slut. You're a horrible person and deserve everything you get."
"I… I, uhm, I don't… I- I'm not a slu-t."
"You can't even speak properly."
She cleared her throat, a blush on her face, "I-I… I-"
A cruel, mocking laugh escaped the boy, "this is hilarious. If only my friends were here, too bad you killed two of them and Lucas is too much of a coward to even leave his room." There was a long silence, "It's such a shame school ends in a week, I would have had so much fun with you."
"You can still have fun with her," I told him. He turned to look at me and we exchanged looks. "You better do a good job."
"What's in it for you?"
"She killed one of my friends as well." I opened his cell and the girl named Brookelle stood up in alarm, her face was horrified at what she was hearing. I went over to her cell and let him enter it, "Have fun," I told him, before locking the cell with both of them inside.
"Wha-? Wait," she said, backing up, "wait."
James laughed and the last thing I heard was her scream before I shut the door to the entrance of detention.
Brick.
I scribbled in my name and accepted a visitor's badge. "Alright, just go straight through the gate and turn left, you'll find a door that says visiting lounge. She'll be brought to you shortly after."
I nodded and the gate buzzed opened before I entered and it closed behind me, buzzing to lock it. I made my way to the visiting room and waited for her. There were a few others in there, a nurse with each of them. The door opened and in came Blossom with a nurse behind her. She looked worn out. Her hair was still kept in a ponytail, but lower than it usually is. Her posture was poor, but attempted to be perfect. Her lips were chapped and her skin, not as perfect as it used to be. Bags hung under her eyes. Her eyes, though. That's what really caught my eye. It was empty, not cold, but empty, drained out. There was no light in her eyes; the pink colour was darker and greyer than I remembered it being.
Blossom.
I spotted him, relieved and embarrassed he came to visit me. I didn't want him to see me like this. His used to be fiery red hair looked duller than it used to be and his bloody red eyed looked black. He wasn't the only thing that looked dull. Everything was, this whole place was gloomy. He sat on a grey blue chair and I sat on a grey yellow chair. "Hi," he smiled, but it looked and seemed false to me.
"Hi."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. What about you?" I asked, trying to get the topic off of me as early as possible.
"I'll go get your medications, I'll be right back," the nurse told me before leaving.
"How are you really?" He asked. I didn't answer, "you can tell me the truth, she's gone."
"I'm fine."
"Blossom."
"I'm fine."
"Just tell me the truth, you don't need to act strong in front of me."
"I…" He looked at me sternly, and I bit my lip, furrowed my eyebrows and said, "I'm hurting."
Brick.
The nurse came back and the both of us shifted positions in our chairs uncomfortably. "Here you go." Blossom turned around in her chair, so that I wouldn't have to watch her swallow all three of those giant pills.
She cleared her throat as she turned back to face me and handed the cup of water back to the nurse.
"They told me you'd be released and going back to school in a couple weeks."
She nodded, but locked her eyes on an object next to me.
"Are you ready for it?"
She paused to shift her gaze at me, there was a hint of fear in them, "what about Brookelle?"
"Brookelle? She's locked up in detention, I doubt she'll be coming out of there for a while and when she does, you'll be fine."
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Don't worry, she shouldn't be bothering you again."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I took care of it."
Her eyebrows furrowed together, "how?"
It was my turn to avoid questions, "it doesn't matter how, as long as your safe-"
"Brick, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Brick," she became scared now.
"Listen," I took her hand, "you don't need to worry about Brookelle anymore. Isn't that a good thing? It doesn't matter how, all that matters is that, from now on, you'll be safe."
She nodded, unsure. "Alright." I pulled her in for a hug.
Guard.
She's bloodied, bruised and broken. She deserves it after everything she's done. "Your food, eat it," I told her.
She quickly stuffed all the food in her mouth before crawling back to the corner of the cell. One of her legs was bent in an awkward angle. That red headed guy had consecutively kicked it, even after he knew he broke it, he wouldn't stop.
I laughed, "what a pig," I marched towards her and she turned her head, squishing it against the filthy brick wall, shielded her face with her hands and tensed up. "Pathetic," I crouched down, "do you want to get out of here?"
She let her guard down and eagerly nodded her head.
I slapped her, "speak, yes or no?"
"Y-es," she squeaked.
"Well, too bad." I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head against the brick, opening up an old wound. She gasped. I then threw her on to the other side of the cell like a ragged doll. I stomped on her hand, crushing her fingers under my heavy boot. She flinched, and let out a small cry. I continued to mold my boots on her fingers.
Baxter.
She was released from detention a week ago, but she wouldn't allow me to see her. She's hidden herself in the nurse's office; I'm surprised they haven't kicked her out yet. Brookelle's gone so far as to tell the nurses to not allow me inside. I watched as the nurses left the room, locking it behind them. I bumped into the one with the key, "oh, I'm so sorry," I said, using my charming smile to distract them.
"Oh, my, what a kind boy. It's alright, just watch where you're going next time," she smiled and I nodded. It was brief, only a couple of seconds, but that's all I needed.
I waited for them to turn the corner before unlocking the door and entering, closing it behind me. I left the key on the desk, to make it look like they had forgotten it. There was only one bed occupied with the white curtains closed around it. The window was opened; it was a nice sunny and breezy summer day. It made the curtains flutter and you could see the silhouette of the bed and a girl sleeping. It was a peaceful scene, but it was also scary. Scary in a way, that I wasn't sure what to expect.
I got in between the curtains. I knew it was her because I could see her long white hair, but she covered herself with the blanket and a pillow over her face. One arm was out, resting on top of her pillow so that it would stay in place. Just a look at her hand, the only skin showing, because she wore a long sleeved pale blue dress, I figured out the reason why they haven't kicked her out of the nurses' room yet. She wore a cast on her hand. But from the lumps on the blanket, I could see that wasn't the only cast she had on. I tore off the blanket and ripped away her pillow so quickly she winced and nearly fell out of the bed.
I had no words, when I saw her whole body. No. Words. My jaw dropped, shocked, repulsed. "Who…"
"Who are you?" She asked.
I could barely get the words out, "what did they do to you?"
"B-Baxter?" She chocked on her words, "is it really… you?"
My anger was rising, "who… Did… This?"
"You're not real, you're not real," she slammed her already bruised face on to the mattress and covered her ears. "Shut up! Shut up!"
I couldn't even speak.
Her voice became deeper and darker, and her eyes turned completely cold, "He's not here. He'll never come back. You'll never see him."
Her voice changed back to her regular voice, "shut up! Shut up!" She shouted at herself. I could only watch, I couldn't do anything.
She started to claw at herself, "you're an idiot! He hates you!"
"Shut up!"
Then, her voice became petite and quiet, and her eyes began to tear up, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Then, the dark voice returned, "he'll never forgive you." Then she began to scream.
ROCuevas: Almost the end! I'm kind of changing it a bit so that it fits with this event I've just put in. We'll see how it goes.
Hey, so, I'm so sorry about the last few chapters, I've been time jumping quite a bit, but I'm trying to get back on track. So anyways... Things are just getting worse from here... Worse as in, insane, dark, I suck at writing and everything is starting to or already has fallen apart for each character. I'm still deciding on an ending, but don't worry, It'll still be dark and tragic.
xoxo.
