Exams are over! Thank god! I probably screwed then up, but hey. I still
have about 5 assignments that I haven't started due in the next two weeks,
but I took time off to finish writing this chapter cos I've been really
lazy with (at least writing stories cos I've been writing my ass off in
exams)
Chapter 12
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I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
- John Mayer, My Stupid Mouth
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2 hours later
Shelby and Peter are sitting in the waiting room. A nurse comes down the corridor, followed by David, stitches in his forehead.
Peter: You ok David?
David: Yeh I'm fine (he looks away, not liking the attention)
Nurse: (handing Peter a bottle of pills) He'll need to take one of these every six hours for about five days. They're pretty harmless, but to ensure he doesn't get hooked don't let him have anymore than the dosage, even if you think he needs them. The stitches will need to come out in a week. I assume you have an onsite nurse at your school? (Peter nods) He's fine to leave then.
(They walk out to Peter's car in silence. Shelby gets into the back with David and Peter pulls the car out of the parking lot. David leans his head against the window and closes his eyes)
Shelby: How long until we get there? (David jumps at the sudden noise and bangs his head against the window; he glares at Shelby who shrugs her shoulders back at him)
Peter: Couple hours. I'll call the police first thing tomorrow morning, ok David?
David: (sitting up confused) Huh?
Shelby: I told Peter you would press charges against your father.
David: Yeh well, you're delusional cos there's no way in hell I am.
Shelby: David! You have to!
David: Hello! Headache! Don't whine at me!
Shelby: I wasn't whining!
David: (leaning his head back against the window) Shut up! (She hits him on the leg and he grins)
David: I know you want me, but couldn't we at least wait until we've got some privacy? (She glares at him for a second, then bursts out laughing realising it's the first joke he's made in ages. He looks at her surprised then grins, closing his eyes again)
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Horizon - Afternoon
After getting checked in and they're bags searched Shelby and David walk to the girls' dorm. Shelby pauses outside and looks at David.
Shelby: You ready?
David: Think I can make it to the woods before someone catches me?
Shelby: I doubt it.
David: Ok, then I'm ready.
Shelby: Just give me a sec and then I'll leave you two alone to kiss and make up.
David: (sarcastically) Thanks.
(Shelby opens the door and walks in, leaving David outside. Daisy is sitting on her bed, doing homework; she grins when she sees Shelby and gets up to hug her)
Daisy: What are you doing back so early?
Shelby: Long story, and I'm not really the one who should tell it. David's outside and he wants to talk to you.
Daisy: (confused) Ok, but you're alright? Nothing, you know. happened?
Shelby: No, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me, but, um, well David's fucked up dad was pretty, um, well fucked up.
Daisy: Is he alright?
Shelby: He says he is, but I doubt it. I wouldn't be fine if it was me. I don't know how he stands it. If me and my mum hadn't been there I think his dad would've killed him.
Daisy: Shit. (she pauses) So you don't hate him anymore?
Shelby: (grinning) Nuh, he's ok, if you don't take him at face value of course.
Daisy: (nudging her) Do I sense a bit of romantic interest there?
Shelby: (shocked) Hell no! He's like my brother. Anyway he only has eyes for you.
Daisy: Well, are you gonna let us converse or what.
Shelby: Oh! Have I been dropped?!
Daisy: Yes.
Shelby: Fine. I'll go get lover boy. (Daisy sits back down on her bed and Shelby steps outside the dorm where David is waiting)
David: How do I look? (grinning, he smooths back his hair and adjusts his t- shirt)
Shelby: Spiffing, especially those bruises, they go great with your shirt. You've got a terrific sense of colour.
David: Thank you m'lady (wincing slightly as he bows)
Shelby: I know what you're doing. (He raises his eyebrows surprised) Stop stalling and go talk to her.
David: Yes ma'am. (he places his hand on the door handle, grins cockily at Shelby and opens the door)
(Daisy looks up and watches David cross the room over to her. He grins wider to cover his blatant nervousness. Hesitantly he sits on the end of her bed and looks around the room. He can feel her staring at his face)
Daisy: Hi.
David: (He turns to her) Hi. Um, I just wanted to apologise for being such an ass before.
Daisy: That's ok.
David: It was just. (he breathes a sigh of relief as a Ridge-runner enters the dorm and sits down on her bed)
Daisy: You wanna go somewhere more private.
(David, resisting the urge to blurt out 'no' or run off, nods. Daisy gets up and takes David's hand much to his surprise. She leads him outside and into a boat shed. She sits down on the ground and motions for David to join her. He sits down next to her, bitting his lip as his ribs protest. Daisy turns to him.)
Daisy: What happened with your dad?
David: (shrugging) He found some pot in my room and went physco.
Daisy: Well that was smart. (he shrugs again she looks at him annoyed) God. How can you be so cold about this! How could you've been so stupid!
(in a split second David is on his feet and kicking buckets around the shed, he turns to Daisy, his face clouded with anger. Daisy draws a breath as she watches the boy who beat another almost to death.)
David: DON'T FUCKIN LECTURE ME! (he lashes out at the shed wall, kicking it hard with his foot) You think I wanted this to happen? I know it was stupid, but I had to escape! I couldn't fuckin take it! I can't.
(he stops and leans against the wall realising he's said too much for his liking. Daisy gets up and cautiously walks over.)
Daisy: You can't what
David: I can't do this anymore. (He slides down the wall) I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of acting, I'm sick of. I hate it. (she sits down next to him and takes his shaking hand)
Daisy: What did he do?
David: (looking down at their entwined hands) hit me and you know, say stuff, but that.
Daisy: (interrupting) is emotional abuse. (he cringes at the word and she leans her head on his shoulder) My dad hit me once. He was drunk and he slapped me across the face because I took the bottle off him. He didn't leave a mark, but it hurt me so much. I was convinced that he hated me and just that thought made me feel like shit. That's why when he went to hit me again later I grabbed the golf club. He's never hated me, I know that now. He's in rehab and I think everything's going to be alright when he gets out.
(She smiles as a tear runs down her face. Craning her neck she looks at David, studying his face. She takes it all in, the stitched cut on his forehead, the purple and black bruises, one under his eye and one on his cheek and an old, faded scar down the side of his face. He looks down at her, his eyes filling up with tears, he echoes her words.)
David: It hurt me so much.
Daisy: It wasn't anything you did; he'd still be an asshole even if you were perfect.
David: (shaking his head, tears running down his face) You're wrong. It's cos I'm such a fuck up.
Daisy: (putting her arms around him) You're not a fuck up cos I don't fall for fuck ups. (with her arms around him and the sun setting, he silently cried for the first time in ten years.)
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Lookin' back on my life
You know that all I see
Are things I could've changed
I could have done
No time for sad lament
A wasted life is bitter spent
- The Verve, This Time
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I've almost finished, there's only a chapter or two left, but I might start sequel to this story, tell me when you review (hint, hint) if I should do it. I can't tell you yet what it'll be about cos it'll ruin the next chapter but I've already started thinking about it.
Tell me what you thought of this chapter cos it took me so long to write and I still don't like it, it's too corny, soz
*REVIEW!*
6 review from different people and I'll stick up the next (maybe last) chapter (if I've written it, which I will do very soon)
Chapter 12
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I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
- John Mayer, My Stupid Mouth
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2 hours later
Shelby and Peter are sitting in the waiting room. A nurse comes down the corridor, followed by David, stitches in his forehead.
Peter: You ok David?
David: Yeh I'm fine (he looks away, not liking the attention)
Nurse: (handing Peter a bottle of pills) He'll need to take one of these every six hours for about five days. They're pretty harmless, but to ensure he doesn't get hooked don't let him have anymore than the dosage, even if you think he needs them. The stitches will need to come out in a week. I assume you have an onsite nurse at your school? (Peter nods) He's fine to leave then.
(They walk out to Peter's car in silence. Shelby gets into the back with David and Peter pulls the car out of the parking lot. David leans his head against the window and closes his eyes)
Shelby: How long until we get there? (David jumps at the sudden noise and bangs his head against the window; he glares at Shelby who shrugs her shoulders back at him)
Peter: Couple hours. I'll call the police first thing tomorrow morning, ok David?
David: (sitting up confused) Huh?
Shelby: I told Peter you would press charges against your father.
David: Yeh well, you're delusional cos there's no way in hell I am.
Shelby: David! You have to!
David: Hello! Headache! Don't whine at me!
Shelby: I wasn't whining!
David: (leaning his head back against the window) Shut up! (She hits him on the leg and he grins)
David: I know you want me, but couldn't we at least wait until we've got some privacy? (She glares at him for a second, then bursts out laughing realising it's the first joke he's made in ages. He looks at her surprised then grins, closing his eyes again)
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Horizon - Afternoon
After getting checked in and they're bags searched Shelby and David walk to the girls' dorm. Shelby pauses outside and looks at David.
Shelby: You ready?
David: Think I can make it to the woods before someone catches me?
Shelby: I doubt it.
David: Ok, then I'm ready.
Shelby: Just give me a sec and then I'll leave you two alone to kiss and make up.
David: (sarcastically) Thanks.
(Shelby opens the door and walks in, leaving David outside. Daisy is sitting on her bed, doing homework; she grins when she sees Shelby and gets up to hug her)
Daisy: What are you doing back so early?
Shelby: Long story, and I'm not really the one who should tell it. David's outside and he wants to talk to you.
Daisy: (confused) Ok, but you're alright? Nothing, you know. happened?
Shelby: No, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me, but, um, well David's fucked up dad was pretty, um, well fucked up.
Daisy: Is he alright?
Shelby: He says he is, but I doubt it. I wouldn't be fine if it was me. I don't know how he stands it. If me and my mum hadn't been there I think his dad would've killed him.
Daisy: Shit. (she pauses) So you don't hate him anymore?
Shelby: (grinning) Nuh, he's ok, if you don't take him at face value of course.
Daisy: (nudging her) Do I sense a bit of romantic interest there?
Shelby: (shocked) Hell no! He's like my brother. Anyway he only has eyes for you.
Daisy: Well, are you gonna let us converse or what.
Shelby: Oh! Have I been dropped?!
Daisy: Yes.
Shelby: Fine. I'll go get lover boy. (Daisy sits back down on her bed and Shelby steps outside the dorm where David is waiting)
David: How do I look? (grinning, he smooths back his hair and adjusts his t- shirt)
Shelby: Spiffing, especially those bruises, they go great with your shirt. You've got a terrific sense of colour.
David: Thank you m'lady (wincing slightly as he bows)
Shelby: I know what you're doing. (He raises his eyebrows surprised) Stop stalling and go talk to her.
David: Yes ma'am. (he places his hand on the door handle, grins cockily at Shelby and opens the door)
(Daisy looks up and watches David cross the room over to her. He grins wider to cover his blatant nervousness. Hesitantly he sits on the end of her bed and looks around the room. He can feel her staring at his face)
Daisy: Hi.
David: (He turns to her) Hi. Um, I just wanted to apologise for being such an ass before.
Daisy: That's ok.
David: It was just. (he breathes a sigh of relief as a Ridge-runner enters the dorm and sits down on her bed)
Daisy: You wanna go somewhere more private.
(David, resisting the urge to blurt out 'no' or run off, nods. Daisy gets up and takes David's hand much to his surprise. She leads him outside and into a boat shed. She sits down on the ground and motions for David to join her. He sits down next to her, bitting his lip as his ribs protest. Daisy turns to him.)
Daisy: What happened with your dad?
David: (shrugging) He found some pot in my room and went physco.
Daisy: Well that was smart. (he shrugs again she looks at him annoyed) God. How can you be so cold about this! How could you've been so stupid!
(in a split second David is on his feet and kicking buckets around the shed, he turns to Daisy, his face clouded with anger. Daisy draws a breath as she watches the boy who beat another almost to death.)
David: DON'T FUCKIN LECTURE ME! (he lashes out at the shed wall, kicking it hard with his foot) You think I wanted this to happen? I know it was stupid, but I had to escape! I couldn't fuckin take it! I can't.
(he stops and leans against the wall realising he's said too much for his liking. Daisy gets up and cautiously walks over.)
Daisy: You can't what
David: I can't do this anymore. (He slides down the wall) I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of acting, I'm sick of. I hate it. (she sits down next to him and takes his shaking hand)
Daisy: What did he do?
David: (looking down at their entwined hands) hit me and you know, say stuff, but that.
Daisy: (interrupting) is emotional abuse. (he cringes at the word and she leans her head on his shoulder) My dad hit me once. He was drunk and he slapped me across the face because I took the bottle off him. He didn't leave a mark, but it hurt me so much. I was convinced that he hated me and just that thought made me feel like shit. That's why when he went to hit me again later I grabbed the golf club. He's never hated me, I know that now. He's in rehab and I think everything's going to be alright when he gets out.
(She smiles as a tear runs down her face. Craning her neck she looks at David, studying his face. She takes it all in, the stitched cut on his forehead, the purple and black bruises, one under his eye and one on his cheek and an old, faded scar down the side of his face. He looks down at her, his eyes filling up with tears, he echoes her words.)
David: It hurt me so much.
Daisy: It wasn't anything you did; he'd still be an asshole even if you were perfect.
David: (shaking his head, tears running down his face) You're wrong. It's cos I'm such a fuck up.
Daisy: (putting her arms around him) You're not a fuck up cos I don't fall for fuck ups. (with her arms around him and the sun setting, he silently cried for the first time in ten years.)
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Lookin' back on my life
You know that all I see
Are things I could've changed
I could have done
No time for sad lament
A wasted life is bitter spent
- The Verve, This Time
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I've almost finished, there's only a chapter or two left, but I might start sequel to this story, tell me when you review (hint, hint) if I should do it. I can't tell you yet what it'll be about cos it'll ruin the next chapter but I've already started thinking about it.
Tell me what you thought of this chapter cos it took me so long to write and I still don't like it, it's too corny, soz
*REVIEW!*
6 review from different people and I'll stick up the next (maybe last) chapter (if I've written it, which I will do very soon)
