"Is that a threat Carmen?" Brent asked smirking.
"It sure is." I replied calmly.
By now everyone else was quiet and all eyes were on us. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make a scene.
"Oh whats the point of all of this?" Brent continued "Everyone knows that you let me screw you on the weekend."
"Oh go screw yourself Brent, you never even got past firstbase with me. Unless if you call shoving me around second base." I shot back, I wasn't going to let him do this to me.
"Your a slut and a whore, you have been with more then half the guys in this school." Brent taunted.
"Better then an ass and a rapist." I replied.
I saw his jaw clench and I knew I was getting to him.
"Oh Brent, so you will hit me when we are alone, just not in public?" I continued, I wasn't going to let him win "Or are you scared to get the tar beat out of you again."
"You call trying to slit my throat getting the tar beat out of me?" Brent asked, his voice raising.
"You call trying to rape a girl getting some?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
The crowd was getting bigger and Brent was getting angrier. I braced myself waiting to see if he was going to throw a punch. He came closer to me but instead whispered in my ear.
"I always get what I want. I want you and I will get you sooner or later." He whispered smirking.
"Oh really?" I asked before sending a good hard punch to his face.
He had been expecting it and body slammed me to the ground. I landed hard on my back getting the air knocked out of me. He stood up and glared down at me.
"Nice try but you can never beat me." He sneered.
I swung my leg and connected with his legs, knocking them out from under him. He landed on his face with the same dull thud.
"I told you not to touch me ever again." I replied getting to my feet.
I felt someone tap me on the back, I turned around to see the principal staring at me, his face stern.
"Please come to my office, both of you." He said quietly.
"No thanks." I replied pulling a couple pieces of grass out of my hair.
"That wasn't a question, it was an order." The principal stated.
"I know, what are are you going to do? Throw me over your shoulder and carry me to your office?" I asked laughing.
"Miss Jamison, if you keep this up it will result in suspension." He warned me.
"Okay." I replid shrugging.
He just kept glaring at me, I didn't care. I turned away and grabbed my kitback. I gave my friends a small smile before leaving.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Carmen, open up the door dammit!" Cameron yelled pounded on my bedroom door.
"What do you want now?" I yelled back at him swinging the door open.
"There was a message on the answering machine that you were suspended from.." He stopped when he saw the bruise on my cheek. "Where did you get that? Were you in another fight."
"I guess you could call it a fight." I said pushing past him not in the mood to talk.
We were the only two in the house, as usual, my parents were working.
"Don't you dare walk away from me." Cameron yelled after me.
He jogged to catch up with me and grabbed my arm to make me stop.
"Don't touch me." I shot back twisting my arm to make him let go.
I felt bad talking to like this but I couldn't stand the way he was treating me. I wish he didn't always have to act like a parent, like two weren't enough.
"Why won't you just tell me what happened?" Cameron shouted back at me.
"Because its none of your buiness." I yelled back and turned away from him.
"Get off it, it is took my buiness." He said grabbing my shoulder to make me face him.
I flinched when he grabbed my shoulder which under my shirt was dark with bruises.
"What happened to you?" Cameron said, his voice quiet with concern.
"I can't do this anymore." I said my voice cracking.
I let him pull me into a hug, I loved it when he hugged me. His arms would wrap around me and I would feel so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me. I felt like crying but I swollowed hard, pushing back the tears.
"You know Brent Hickory?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah." Cameron mumbled.
I explained to him what had happened at Veronica's then at school the next day. I felt him tense up when I told him what Brent had said to me. I was glad that he kept his arms around me while I talked. If I had to look him in the eye I probably would have started crying.
"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you again. I will take care of everything." Cameron said soothingly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
2 weeks later
Cameron did take care of everything. Three days later I took the bus to Oklahoma, where I would be living with my cousin Georgia. She owns a garage there and she said I could get extra spending money for helping her out. The best part is, since she had two extra rooms, she told me I could invite a friend to come stay there. Just so that I would have someone there I knew. I phoned Twitch as soon as she told me. He said yes and got there a few days later. Since then we have been attending a new school, making new friends and of course, working cars together.
"It sure is." I replied calmly.
By now everyone else was quiet and all eyes were on us. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make a scene.
"Oh whats the point of all of this?" Brent continued "Everyone knows that you let me screw you on the weekend."
"Oh go screw yourself Brent, you never even got past firstbase with me. Unless if you call shoving me around second base." I shot back, I wasn't going to let him do this to me.
"Your a slut and a whore, you have been with more then half the guys in this school." Brent taunted.
"Better then an ass and a rapist." I replied.
I saw his jaw clench and I knew I was getting to him.
"Oh Brent, so you will hit me when we are alone, just not in public?" I continued, I wasn't going to let him win "Or are you scared to get the tar beat out of you again."
"You call trying to slit my throat getting the tar beat out of me?" Brent asked, his voice raising.
"You call trying to rape a girl getting some?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
The crowd was getting bigger and Brent was getting angrier. I braced myself waiting to see if he was going to throw a punch. He came closer to me but instead whispered in my ear.
"I always get what I want. I want you and I will get you sooner or later." He whispered smirking.
"Oh really?" I asked before sending a good hard punch to his face.
He had been expecting it and body slammed me to the ground. I landed hard on my back getting the air knocked out of me. He stood up and glared down at me.
"Nice try but you can never beat me." He sneered.
I swung my leg and connected with his legs, knocking them out from under him. He landed on his face with the same dull thud.
"I told you not to touch me ever again." I replied getting to my feet.
I felt someone tap me on the back, I turned around to see the principal staring at me, his face stern.
"Please come to my office, both of you." He said quietly.
"No thanks." I replied pulling a couple pieces of grass out of my hair.
"That wasn't a question, it was an order." The principal stated.
"I know, what are are you going to do? Throw me over your shoulder and carry me to your office?" I asked laughing.
"Miss Jamison, if you keep this up it will result in suspension." He warned me.
"Okay." I replid shrugging.
He just kept glaring at me, I didn't care. I turned away and grabbed my kitback. I gave my friends a small smile before leaving.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Carmen, open up the door dammit!" Cameron yelled pounded on my bedroom door.
"What do you want now?" I yelled back at him swinging the door open.
"There was a message on the answering machine that you were suspended from.." He stopped when he saw the bruise on my cheek. "Where did you get that? Were you in another fight."
"I guess you could call it a fight." I said pushing past him not in the mood to talk.
We were the only two in the house, as usual, my parents were working.
"Don't you dare walk away from me." Cameron yelled after me.
He jogged to catch up with me and grabbed my arm to make me stop.
"Don't touch me." I shot back twisting my arm to make him let go.
I felt bad talking to like this but I couldn't stand the way he was treating me. I wish he didn't always have to act like a parent, like two weren't enough.
"Why won't you just tell me what happened?" Cameron shouted back at me.
"Because its none of your buiness." I yelled back and turned away from him.
"Get off it, it is took my buiness." He said grabbing my shoulder to make me face him.
I flinched when he grabbed my shoulder which under my shirt was dark with bruises.
"What happened to you?" Cameron said, his voice quiet with concern.
"I can't do this anymore." I said my voice cracking.
I let him pull me into a hug, I loved it when he hugged me. His arms would wrap around me and I would feel so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me. I felt like crying but I swollowed hard, pushing back the tears.
"You know Brent Hickory?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah." Cameron mumbled.
I explained to him what had happened at Veronica's then at school the next day. I felt him tense up when I told him what Brent had said to me. I was glad that he kept his arms around me while I talked. If I had to look him in the eye I probably would have started crying.
"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you again. I will take care of everything." Cameron said soothingly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
2 weeks later
Cameron did take care of everything. Three days later I took the bus to Oklahoma, where I would be living with my cousin Georgia. She owns a garage there and she said I could get extra spending money for helping her out. The best part is, since she had two extra rooms, she told me I could invite a friend to come stay there. Just so that I would have someone there I knew. I phoned Twitch as soon as she told me. He said yes and got there a few days later. Since then we have been attending a new school, making new friends and of course, working cars together.