Thanks so much for the reviews! I love you guys!
Due to popular demand, I won't be making a songfic chapter, but if you Dmail me, I'll send you a copy of the chapter with the song in it. It'll be out soon.
I know I've got a lot of "Mary Sue"'s in this story, but give it a chance. I'm trying to incorporate as many degrassi characters as possible. There will be more soon.
I know these chapters are a little short, but will come at a consistent pace.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tuesday night, I went back to the support group. I talked to the two other girls about Manny, and we all decided what I needed to do.
"Manny, can I talk to you?" I asked, coming up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned around.
"What do you want?" she asked icily. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I too late? Had he already hurt her? "Do you want to badmouth my boyfriend some more, or maybe you just want to spread some more rumours about him so that someone else will beat him up."
"What?"
"You heard me. Someone heard the rumours you've been spreading about Dean, and decided to hurt him. Or did you just sleep with someone to get them to beat up Dean?"
"Manny, look, God knows you're not my favourite person, but you have got to listen to me. I have no idea what rumours are going around, and I can promise you that I didn't spread them."
"Right."
"Just listen to me! I know you want to believe that Dean is this great guy. Why not, he's gorgeous, he's charming and he's popular. But he has hurt me, and it's not about him never calling me back. He raped me, Manny. And I know five other girls who've been raped by him. And he's going to hurt you if you don't break up with him soon."
She nodded. "That was a really good performance. You almost had me convinced. But you'd be a lot more convincing if you weren't a manipulative, cold-hearted bitch." She turned around and walked away from me. Frustrated, I stomped over to my locker. I opened it, and just stared at what was inside.
"Are you okay?" Spinner asked, coming up behind me.
"Have you heard any rumours about me?"
"No. Why?"
"I tried talking to Manny. Apparently, I've been spreading rumours about Dean. I just assumed that they were about me as well." I looked at his hand and realised that his right knuckle was cut up.
"What happened to your hand?" I asked.
"I, uh. . . was using my punching bag yesterday and I forgot to wrap my hands."
I pretended to accept that as an answer and spent the rest of the day wondering if Spinner had beat up Dean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mikey was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV when I came home. I tickled his feet and he moved his feet enough so I could sit down.
"Why are you home this early?" I asked.
"I skipped my last class. I was too tired to put up with another one of Mr. Desjardin's lectures on the dress code violations."
"Why are you so tired?"
"I was out late last night."
"Date?"
"Party." He took his right hand out from behind his head to pick up the remote, and I noticed cuts on his knuckles as well. What was going on? Had he hurt Dean?
"What happened to your hand?" I asked in the same tone as I had asked Spinner.
"There was some broken glass at the party. I skinned my knuckles."
Once again, I pretended to accept the answer and wondered if he had beat up Dean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that night, Jena, one of the girls from the support group called.
"Did you talk to the girl?" she asked, referring to Manny.
"I tried. She got mad at me, said that someone beat Dean up because of me and called me a manipulative cold-hearted bitch." I was starting to believe what she had said. Earlier, in the shower, I had cut again. This time I made sure that it was high enough on my leg that even in shorts no one could see. My legs were covered in small cuts. I pressed a towel to them now, trying to dull the pain and stop the bleeding.
"She's wrong. Do you have any idea who beat him up?"
"I wish. Both my boyfriend and my brother both have skinned knuckles, but they both have excuses for them."
"Hmm. Have you heard back from that cop?"
"He said that they couldn't get him on anything more than a misdemeanour, but his parents are involved now, so he doesn't think that this'll keep happening."
"What do you think?"
I took a deep breath before continuing. I had an idea, but it was a long shot, and I didn't know what would happen if it didn't work. "I think it's time that we did something."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Christina and Jordan all said that they would think about it. Lori and Skye said yes, as long as the other two agree as well," Jena told me when she called later that day.
"What about you?"
"I'm in, no matter what. Skye also said that she had another friend who might be willing to press charges."
"How does he do this to so many girls without getting in trouble?"
"A lot of the people I've talked to- not just victims of Dean, but victims of date rape in general don't even think that it's date rape. They thought they deserved it."
For 15, Jena sounded wise beyond her years. It was incredible how something that happened in a couple of minutes could change your life so completely forever.
"Why don't you set up a meeting with- what's this guy's name?"
"Officer Collins."
"See when you can get to talk to him next. Whenever it is, I'll be there."
"Thanks Jena."
"No problem. We gotta stick together. I gotta go. My mom needs the phone. Just let me know when and where."
"Bye." I hung up, almost feeling hopeful. If the other girls agreed, we might really have a chance. I picked up the phone again and called Officer Collins.
"Officer Collins, I have something that might could help. Is there anytime I could talk to you?"
"I have to be in court tomorrow, so do you think that I could talk to you tomorrow evening?"
"Sure." I closed my eyes and allowed myself to smile. Maybe- just maybe, things could work out.
Due to popular demand, I won't be making a songfic chapter, but if you Dmail me, I'll send you a copy of the chapter with the song in it. It'll be out soon.
I know I've got a lot of "Mary Sue"'s in this story, but give it a chance. I'm trying to incorporate as many degrassi characters as possible. There will be more soon.
I know these chapters are a little short, but will come at a consistent pace.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tuesday night, I went back to the support group. I talked to the two other girls about Manny, and we all decided what I needed to do.
"Manny, can I talk to you?" I asked, coming up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned around.
"What do you want?" she asked icily. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I too late? Had he already hurt her? "Do you want to badmouth my boyfriend some more, or maybe you just want to spread some more rumours about him so that someone else will beat him up."
"What?"
"You heard me. Someone heard the rumours you've been spreading about Dean, and decided to hurt him. Or did you just sleep with someone to get them to beat up Dean?"
"Manny, look, God knows you're not my favourite person, but you have got to listen to me. I have no idea what rumours are going around, and I can promise you that I didn't spread them."
"Right."
"Just listen to me! I know you want to believe that Dean is this great guy. Why not, he's gorgeous, he's charming and he's popular. But he has hurt me, and it's not about him never calling me back. He raped me, Manny. And I know five other girls who've been raped by him. And he's going to hurt you if you don't break up with him soon."
She nodded. "That was a really good performance. You almost had me convinced. But you'd be a lot more convincing if you weren't a manipulative, cold-hearted bitch." She turned around and walked away from me. Frustrated, I stomped over to my locker. I opened it, and just stared at what was inside.
"Are you okay?" Spinner asked, coming up behind me.
"Have you heard any rumours about me?"
"No. Why?"
"I tried talking to Manny. Apparently, I've been spreading rumours about Dean. I just assumed that they were about me as well." I looked at his hand and realised that his right knuckle was cut up.
"What happened to your hand?" I asked.
"I, uh. . . was using my punching bag yesterday and I forgot to wrap my hands."
I pretended to accept that as an answer and spent the rest of the day wondering if Spinner had beat up Dean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mikey was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV when I came home. I tickled his feet and he moved his feet enough so I could sit down.
"Why are you home this early?" I asked.
"I skipped my last class. I was too tired to put up with another one of Mr. Desjardin's lectures on the dress code violations."
"Why are you so tired?"
"I was out late last night."
"Date?"
"Party." He took his right hand out from behind his head to pick up the remote, and I noticed cuts on his knuckles as well. What was going on? Had he hurt Dean?
"What happened to your hand?" I asked in the same tone as I had asked Spinner.
"There was some broken glass at the party. I skinned my knuckles."
Once again, I pretended to accept the answer and wondered if he had beat up Dean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that night, Jena, one of the girls from the support group called.
"Did you talk to the girl?" she asked, referring to Manny.
"I tried. She got mad at me, said that someone beat Dean up because of me and called me a manipulative cold-hearted bitch." I was starting to believe what she had said. Earlier, in the shower, I had cut again. This time I made sure that it was high enough on my leg that even in shorts no one could see. My legs were covered in small cuts. I pressed a towel to them now, trying to dull the pain and stop the bleeding.
"She's wrong. Do you have any idea who beat him up?"
"I wish. Both my boyfriend and my brother both have skinned knuckles, but they both have excuses for them."
"Hmm. Have you heard back from that cop?"
"He said that they couldn't get him on anything more than a misdemeanour, but his parents are involved now, so he doesn't think that this'll keep happening."
"What do you think?"
I took a deep breath before continuing. I had an idea, but it was a long shot, and I didn't know what would happen if it didn't work. "I think it's time that we did something."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Christina and Jordan all said that they would think about it. Lori and Skye said yes, as long as the other two agree as well," Jena told me when she called later that day.
"What about you?"
"I'm in, no matter what. Skye also said that she had another friend who might be willing to press charges."
"How does he do this to so many girls without getting in trouble?"
"A lot of the people I've talked to- not just victims of Dean, but victims of date rape in general don't even think that it's date rape. They thought they deserved it."
For 15, Jena sounded wise beyond her years. It was incredible how something that happened in a couple of minutes could change your life so completely forever.
"Why don't you set up a meeting with- what's this guy's name?"
"Officer Collins."
"See when you can get to talk to him next. Whenever it is, I'll be there."
"Thanks Jena."
"No problem. We gotta stick together. I gotta go. My mom needs the phone. Just let me know when and where."
"Bye." I hung up, almost feeling hopeful. If the other girls agreed, we might really have a chance. I picked up the phone again and called Officer Collins.
"Officer Collins, I have something that might could help. Is there anytime I could talk to you?"
"I have to be in court tomorrow, so do you think that I could talk to you tomorrow evening?"
"Sure." I closed my eyes and allowed myself to smile. Maybe- just maybe, things could work out.