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Off Day

A week later...

~Lilly's POV~

"I'm sorry... What?" I laughed.

"I know it sounds weird but at this point won't you believe anything?" April chuckled, chewing on her protein bar.

"A giant cockroach?" I shuttered in disgust. "Oh god, that sounds like torture."

April shrugged, "It didn't seem to bother anyone. Except Raph of course."

"Of course? Isn't it common sense to be scared of cockroaches?"

She shook her head, "They're more scared of you then you are of them."

I shook my head, "Wanna bet? They're ugly things that need to be destroyed. They fly, they eat poo." I gagged. "They're disgusting. Just like spiders."

"You're scared of spiders?"

"Bugs! They're terrifying creatures that crawl and are disturbing little fuckers." I shuttered. "Oh, God I honestly don't care if it's the baby spiders, I won't sleep until I see their remains scattered under my shoe."

April had that judging look in her eye, "You sound crazy."

"Have you met me? I am crazy."

Lunch was almost over, so April and I were making our way to our class. She was telling me this story Donnie had told her about how he had a pet cockroach that mutated somehow, and I have met four mutant turtles and a rat and honestly anything out of April's mouth is the truth. As crazy as a giant cockroach is... I honestly hope it's dead.

"Wait how'd it get mutated?" I asked suddenly.

"Well...um, mutagen."

"Oh." She didn't want to tell me. Probably because it had something to do with those people following her. Hmm... She never did tell me why people were following her. "Hey April, wh-" the bell suddenly interrupted me. Well, that seemed like a sign to tell me to shut up. Maybe it's my own good that I don't get into business like that. "Um... Never mind."

April narrowed her eyes, "You're weird."

"I'm we- girl...have you looked in the mirror lately?" I joked, nudging her shoulder.

We were the first ones to class like always, we got to talk for a little while; talk about nothing really. After everyone was settled in and ready to learn, the bell run signaling that class was in session. Ugh...

Mr. Bostwick took role then said, "Good Afternoon class."

The class blandly said, "Good Afternoon, Mister Bostwick."

His eyes widened when I didn't say anything, "Good Afternoon Lillian."

I smiled at him, "Hey, Bostwick."

The class snickered.

Bostwick smiled sarcastically, "Okay... Today is sort of a lay back kind of day. We are now in World War Two and Germany is taking over Europe. But since this is US history, we'll be talking about this for the rest of this week and next. You'll have a test next Friday."

He lifted the cap on the projector to show a picture of a gigantic boat engulfed in a ball of orange and black flames.

"December 7th, 1941, Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese. Today we will be watching about thirty minutes of the movie in order for you guys to actually see what it kind of was like."

Great, a Michael Bay film...

Bostwick was interrupted by the door opening. Lindsay quickly came in, handed him a note and quickly sat down. He read it, then stuffed it in his pocket. "Okay, well like I said, we will be watching part of Pearl Harbor."

He began to search for that part on his laptop and once he found it he played it on the projector. While we were watching the airplanes shoot huge missiles at these boats, I kept hearing sniffing, like someone was crying behind me. Wow, she actually cries. I didn't think the antichrist had tears but low and behold, Lindsay was crying. Or at least it sounded like she was.

I was bored so I decided to go pee. I told Bostwick, then I left with the hall pass in hand.

I yawned as I walked through the doors of the stinking bathroom. Only to be confronted with another sniffing girl, it was one of Lindsay's minions. The one that told Dylan about the party someone was throwing. The one that called me fag. Such a lovely girl. What was her named? Diane? Diana?

She was quickly putting on make up to cover a big bruise on the side of her face. She was punched by someone real hard. Her lip was split also, but she was trying to hide that with the bright red lipstick. She glared at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What are you staring at?"

I held my hands up in surrender. Whatever... I went off and did my business. I had to listen to her sniff and sob all while I was trying to pee. Fuck it, I flushed the toilet anyways and went to wash my hands.

"Damnit!" She cursed when the foundation she was putting on still didn't hide that green bruise. Her mascara was also running, dark circles started to form underneath her eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "You're not doing it right."

"What?" She snapped.

"You have to put a lot more than that to cover up that bruise. And no matter how much it hurts you have to press on hard so that it gets on correctly." I explained nicely.

She scoffed, "Like you would know."

I grabbed her sponge and placed a whole lot of make up, "Oh shut up." I grabbed her chin and began to press on bruise. She pushed me away, "Do you want everyone to see that or not? Because that's not cute."

She stayed silent.

"Alright..." I continued to spread the foundation all over her forehead, her cheek, and most importantly her bruise.

"You're pushing too hard!" She whined.

"I know." Well, I was pushing hard because I had too, but she kind of deserved the pain a little more. "There." I handed her the sponge.

She looked in the mirror, "It's gone." She gasped.

"Yeah," I smiled friendly. "And you might want to get rid of the lipstick. It's too much. If anyone asks, just tell them your lips are dry and you smiled or something." I started my way towards the door.

She stopped me, "Why?" She asked softly. "I thought you hated me."

Whoa...Deja vu.

"I don't hate you."

"Then why would you help me?"

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, just cause you hate me doesn't mean I have to hate you."

She looked down at her hands, fumbling with the sponge. "How-"

"My moms boyfriend is a real dick, let's just leave it at that. She taught me how to cover up bruises ever since I was 13." I shrugged. "I know how you feel."

She looked back in the mirror, tears rolling down her cheeks once again. God... I hope she doesn't hug me.

"If I ask, will you tell me what caused those bruises? Sometimes talking helps..." I didn't want to go back to class so might as well talk to the girl who follows the main bitch around, who also hates my guts.

'You're such a freaking fool! You do realize she hates you right? Tell her to walk it off and go to class. Why are you listening to her sob story!?' My conscious screamed in my ear. And for once I actually wanted to listen to it but my heart was being sympathetic so I had to let her vent.

"A 35 year old douche bag. That's who." She spat.

"You're dating a 35 year old?" I shook my head, "Oh no sweetie, trust me when I tell you this, date within your age. And date when you are ready."

She looked down at herself, "He was pissed and took his frustration out on me."

I straightened, "Okay I know this might sound really bad, but please tell me he only gave you a beating. Nothing more..."

She nodded, "What did you think I was raped or something?"

"Well, guys who hit girls and date high schoolers are kind of scum and will do anything."

She sniffed, "Yeah... But I just.." She let her sentence hang.

"Look, you may not want to believe it but I can see that you think you're ugly or something, and maybe dating older men probably a way to rebel against your strict parents, or get their attention, or you haven't had a dad in you're life-"

"My dads a deadbeat son of a bitch."

Bingo. I am good...

"Exactly, so you're dating older men because of your dad. Stop doing that and look at yourself. How can you love someone who makes you look ugly, feel ugly? Who makes you have to hide your face when you should be showing it?" I went over to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulders. "If he does this to you, you're nothing to him. It's the truth."

"How could you possibly know what I'm going through?" She cried. "How could anyone in this stupid school know what I'm going through? How I feel?"

I sighed, "Like I said, my mother's boyfriend is a drunk, drug addict douche bag that does not like to be touched when he's pissed. I have told my mom countless time to leave him but she doesn't want to. So don't be like her, because not only do you suffer, but your friends do too."

She faced me, wiping her black tears away. "You know what? You're not a bitch. Or a slut. Or a stupid emo chick with daddy issues. You're...nice."

Jee, thanks... I feel all fuzzy and warm inside. "Look, I may not like you, but doesn't mean I have to call you names. To your face at least."

"Do you even have a boyfriend?"

"Um...no. But does that matter?"

She shrugged, "No." She gathered her stuff and smiled. "I'm not really good at saying th-"

"Forget it. Just, go to class." I said before she even thought about getting closer to me than she already was. She nodded and left the bathroom.

"God, you're an idiot." I cursed to myself before exiting the bathroom and heading back to Pearl Harbor...

Sometimes, I count myself as too nice.

Well, the rest of the day went by as normal. After History, I went to Dance and I was left alone with me and my thoughts, just thinking about how I seem to be everyone's therapist lately. Was I that good? Or was I that stupid? I should start charging people...

After the last bell, I walked to my locker to put all my stuff away because I wasn't going to do any of my homework. Not that it was a lot but, I'm having a long weekend, unlike everybody else.

My father's birthday is this weekend and Christine was taking my mom and I out somewhere she says we'll like. Somehow, I know John is not going to like it and just like every year, my mother is going to lie to him and tell him that we're just going out shopping for a few hours. When really we just drink and have a cake out with candles and we all eat until we can't feel our faces.

We tell stories, things we remember, things I don't. Christine always, always, shows this picture. The same one she has had for over five years. It was so old, it was starting to tear and fade from all those times when would fold it or spill something on it. She loved that picture a lot because it was literally the only family picture we had that everyone- including Ian- was in.

I wonder if Ian was going to call. I haven't heard from him in weeks.

I closed my locker, and turned to leave. Only to bump into the wall that is David.

I rubbed my forehead, "Ow, so-" I frowned. "What do you want?"

"To say sorry..." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "I realized that you don't really want to go out with me and I shouldn't push you to."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Alright..."

He sighed, "So... Can you forgive me?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, whatever. You're lucky I'm having an off day or I would so...have my friend kick your ass." I grunted, shoving my finger in his face.

He chuckled, "Sorry... I just really like you and-"

"Lillian!" I heard April's voice. Soon after, I felt her pull my arm away from him. "I have something to ask you! In private!" She yelled extremely and unnecessarily loud.

I raised a brow in confusion, "O...kay?"

David gave me an awkward wave before bolting out of the school.

I sighed, thank god he's gone. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just rescuing you. What did he say?"

I smiled sweetly, "Thanks. He said he was sorry and I said fine. Then he started again that he liked me and before I walked away, you pulled me."

April scoffed, "You're too nice. You should have kneed him in the-"

I laughed, "I would have but then I'm sure I would be suspended and he's so not worth it."

April grunted, "Dilhole..."

I gasped, "Such foul language for such a pretty face."

She rolled her eyes, "Why aren't you getting your stuff?"

"I'm not coming tomorrow. It's sort of a holiday my mom and I have."

She went to her locker, "Oh? What about?"

"It's my dad's birthday." I leaned against what would be Irma's locker. "It's a day where me and Christine and my mom go out and hang all day. Christine said she's taking us somewhere special. She knows this town better than we do so I'm hoping for the best."

April opened her locker, taking book after book after book out then placing a couple back in. "That sounds like fun." She sighed. "Want to go to this place I know? It's sort of a Japanese food place. I know the owner and get everything half off. Plus, the guys seemed to like it. My treat?"

"I don't know... I think I was going to go out shopping with my mom to get her a new pair of shoes." I shrugged. "Maybe next time."

April closed her locker, "Oh well, I'll go alone. Have fun, and Happy Birthday." She said with a smile.

I chuckled, "Thank you."

I walked home alone just thinking about what we were going to do, or where we were going to go. I had a feeling that maybe I should have gone with April, I mean we didn't really have food at our place and it was nice that she offered. Hmm... Never had sushi if that's what she meant by Japanese food.

My phone startled me when it began to vibrate in my back pocket. I picked it up, "Hello?"

"Please tell me you're not like my brothers."

"Raph?"

"Please tell me you agree with me when I say, cockroaches are the most disgusting creatures on the planet."

I chuckled, "April told me about the giant mutant creature." I shook with disgust. "It sounds awful."

"It was. And everyone is acting like its freaking normal for a 7 foot tall cockroach to be walking around shooting at me!" He yelled.

I scoffed, "It shot at you? How in the world...?" I shook my head. "You guys are the weirdest people I know."

Raph chuckled, "Yeah..."

"And by the way, April told me that your brothers did not freak out what so ever. Which is just...extremely weird."

"I know! It's like it was nothing and then they get mad at me because I am...uncomfortable around them." Raph said softly.

"I won't even go in a room if someone says that there's a bug in that room." I scoffed unapologetically. "Those things are Satan's pets, they don't deserve to breathe."

Raph chuckled, "Well, I didn't know you were just as terrified about these things as I am."

"Cockroaches are my number one fear. And then there's heights and then the obvious ones like...getting shot or something."

"Anyone with common sense is afraid to get shot."

I shrugged, "Yeah, but I really only have two fears." Which was a lie... I had so many fears but I just never wanted to think about them. Like the fear of being alone. The fear of being forgotten. I'm sure all these fears come from some sort of psychological trauma or whatever shrink-y bullshit some doctor always says. "But can you honestly blame me?"

"Uh, no." Raph chuckled sarcastically as if I asked a stupid question. "They're...bleh..."

"Exactly?"

So, what I was putting all the way in the back of my head was the fact that this guy, who has no feelings towards me- good or bad- has just called me and started a conversation with me. One on one... And it's not awkward, but it made me wonder if we are even at that level of friends yet. Like, is he breaking one of his macho guy rules or something? I mean he called me. Me! Like I'm his friend.

"Hey, we are friends, right?"

~Raph's POV~

"Hey, we are friends, right?" She suddenly asked.

I blinked in confusion, "Didn't we already go through this before?"

"I think... But I'm just, like, getting some back up. You know, just checking..."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, I mean... I did talk to you." Which I have mixed feelings about. "And I don't talk about anything. It's just weird. I don't even talk to April."

She stayed silent for a while.

Why did I call her? This was so weird. For some reason, I just came in my room and just sat on my bed and called her. I don't have a reason. I didn't want to talk about anything. I wasn't angry. So instead of greeting her with the same old boring, "Hi" bit, I just came up with something to say and that gross cockroach thing that happened like two weeks ago was the thing that came in mind. Now she's going to be a girl and ask me why I called her...

I was bored! Why else do you think?

"Do you like April?"

I sat up abruptly, "W-What?"

"Do you have feelings for April?"

I cleared my throat, "I mean... As a friend-"

"Don't give me that 'as a friend' bull. Just tell me, do you like her? Yes or no?" She spat quickly.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, you seem to have a lot of respect for her,"

"Doesn't mean I-"

"And you seem to get angry when Donnie talks about her. Are you...jealous?"

I laughed, "Jealous? Of Donnie? Why would I be?"

"I'm just asking. You talk about her a lot. Which is fine. But maybe there's some feelings in there somewhere for her since she is the main girl you guys hang out with. It's okay if you like her." I heard a couple of keys jingle in the background.

"It wouldn't be okay, because Donnie likes her and I'd be a pretty fucked up brother now wouldn't I?" I grunted annoyingly.

She chuckled, "So you do like her?"

"I never said that." I snapped, my face suddenly feeling like it was on fire. "I don't really-" the sudden noise of yelling and screaming shut me up. I had to pull my phone away for a moment because it got so loud that I thought the speaker on the phone would blow.

The screams suddenly subsided and all I heard was the sound of Lilly's annoyed moans.

"Was that your-"

"My mother and her stupid boyfriend? Yeah... Sorry you had to hear that. It's kind of embarrassing." She sighed.

I chuckled, "Why are you apologizing? It's fine."

"No. It's not fine, it's embarrassing. They act like kids." She huffed.

"What are they fighting about?"

"I don't know! They've been fighting ever since they got together." She was silent for a while. "Hold on..."

I waited patiently. Wow, Lilly totally deserved better parents.

"Hey! Could you act your age and shut up? Jesus Christ, it's like a freaking middle school around here!" She suddenly yelled.

I snickered. There was mumbling in the background.

"Yeah, well it effects me. Jesus, you wonder why I'm so fucked up! I wonder how I haven't killed myself yet living with dumb and fucking retard over here!" More mumbling but this time louder. "Up yours John." Suddenly she slammed a door and began to moan again. "Hello?"

"Well, you got some fire in you, don't you?" I chuckled.

I could hear her small smile, "Not all the times. Lately I've just gotten so sick of putting up with shit that I just... Never mind."

"Hey, if you got shit too, don't think that I won't listen. I mean, you did for me and we're not even close of friends."

She sighed, "Ever thought that maybe, I'm just too nice?"

"Yup."

She scoffed, "I honestly did not know what I expected the answer to that question would be other than that." She groaned. "I hate this place."

"Then leave."

"You don't think I want to?" She asked. "God, if only it were that easy to just go somewhere else... Plus, I don't think we're going out tonight because of this fight, like we were supposed to."

"Where were you going to go?"

"Out to buy my mom shoes. It's my dad's birthday this Saturday and we always go out and spend one day just chilling. I don't even know..." She sighed softly. "Are you bummed yet?"

"By what?"

"You don't feel the depressed, drippy, slime I'm just spewing into the phone right now?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh lord... Yeah, I feel it but it doesn't effect me. It's your problem not mine."

"Well..."

I winced, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that, it's not my responsibility to carry your problems on my shoulders. They are yours to conquer. Your fights to fight. And I'm almost positive that you'll be able to fight on your own."

"Almost?" She chuckled softly.

I can feel myself warming up to this girl. She is trust worthy, besides some secrets that she keeps, she's funny plus she gets along with us just fine. And I'm not talking about how we hated each other at first. Because we did. She's still annoying, but at least she's not 'Mikey' annoying.

"You know what, Raph? You're kind of nice."

"Kind of?"

She chuckled, "You're still also kind of a dick."

I scoffed, "Well since we're being honest, you're kind of annoying."

"Oh yeah?... Well, you're kind of a dick."

"You already said that."

"Well... You're twice as much of a dick than I am annoying."

I whistled, "Nice one."

"Yeah I know."

~Lilly's POV~

I sighed in boredom, I wanted to go home and sleep. Do something other than watch my mother pick out which shoes matches her eyes or her skin tone or her hair. Ugh, what is it with shoes that makes people just go completely insane? Am I not normal because all I want is to buy shoes that are literally like the ones I used before? Because that's what I always do. I wear out my converse, I buy new converse that are literally the same shoes I was wearing, but newer.

"What about these Lillian? How do these look?" My mother asked, wearing these peach colored high heels.

I rolled my eyes, "They're exactly like the other ones you had on mom. Only difference is this matches your skin, and the others were red."

My mother sighed, "So you're saying that the other was better?"

"I'm saying, every single shoe you tried on was fine. These ones are fine, those ones are fine and the next twelve are going to be fine."

My mother scoffed, "You're in a mood."

"Can you honestly blame me?"

She embarrassed me when I was on the phone with Raph. Her and John fight over something that I know was stupid

"Well, don't take it out on me."

"It's you I'm pissed at, mom. You and John. I come home talking on the phone with a friend and you completely embarrass me with your fighting. I'm sick of you guys fighting." I spat bitterly.

My mother gave me this look of sadness. She was mad that I was bitching but sad at the reason that I was bitching. "Well, I'm sorry. It's just that..." Oh god, she's going to tell me the reason. Like I'm her therapist. "I think John's cheating on me."

"What was your first clue? The fact that sometimes he doesn't come home to sleep with you, or the fact that when you guys go out he's always off with some girl." I huffed.

My mother sat next to me on the bench I was sitting on. "I want to believe he's not. But everything says he is." She turned to me, placing a hand on my knee. "Lillian, I have to tell you something. I'm not sure, but I think I'm pregnant."

My eyes widened in horror. "Are you fucking serious?" I felt all the color from my face drain. "Oh, I think I'm going to be sick."

"I said I wasn't sure. But I think I am..." My mother bit her lip. "And I don't know what to do..."

I stood up and began to pace in front of her, "Do you realize that John doesn't have a job, you don't have a job, the only way we pay bills is his unemployment and the fact that we live on welfare?!" I whisper harshly. The fact that we even live off of welfare is so embarrassing I never talk about it. "How do you expect us to raise another child mother? We can't even buy food for just us! I can't believe how selfish you are! You just-"

"I know Lilian... I'm sorry." My mother rested her face in her hands. "I... You needed to know."

I sighed. Today has just been so off its hard to even cope. I don't know if I'm losing my mind or if shit is happening for a reason. Whatever the reason, it needs to chill for a moment so I can gather my thoughts. "Mother, don't break down here. Do it when we get home."

She looked up at me, her make up running, "Do I really embarrass you?"

I didn't answer.

"I'm such a horrible mother. My mother was right."

I huffed, is she seriously breaking down where people can come by and stare. Oh my lord... "Fuck your mom, mom. She abused you. Who the fuck cares about her?"

"That's what you're going to say about me!" She sobbed.

I quickly grabbed her hand and led her out of the small shoe store, leaving every shoe she ever tried on just sitting there. Once we were out and everyone was minding their own business, I grabbed my moms shoulders and shook her a bit.

"Mother, I'm only going to say this once. You need to stop acting like you're the worst mother in the world, because yeah, you kind of suck when it comes to your boyfriend and me..." I suddenly lost track. Where was I going with this? "Well, okay, you're not the best. But you're not the worst. You're my mom and take this to heart when I say... Chill!"

She wiped her black tears away, "I'm sor-"

"Shut up and let's just go home. Tomorrow we'll talk about this at dinner." I grabbed my mothers hand and led her to the way we came. I needed to call a cab but with what money, I don't know. But I didn't want my mom walking if she was actually pregnant.

Oh god... This went from the weirdest day to the worst day. My mothers pregnant with the anti Christ. How can this day turn around? How are we going to get money? How is John going to take this? I mean, to be honest, I should have seen this coming. It's been five and a half years that they've been together, this was bound to happen. Oh god...

We had enough money to get us a cab so I stayed on the edge of the side walk and waited for one to come over. It's New York, how long could that be?

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" My mother asked softly. "More importantly, where did you get a phone?"

"A friend gave me it. I was talking to a friend." I finally saw a cab and waved him down. He pulled up and I told him where he needed to go. Then I helped my mother in.

"Was it April?" My mother asked.

I got in next to her and shut the door. "No, it wasn't."

"Was it a boyfriend?"

"No, it most definitely wasn't, mom."

She stayed silent.

"How are you ladies doing?" The driver asked.

I sighed, "We're hanging in there."

"Life's hard right now?" He asked politely.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's always is for us, sadly."

My mother tucked her hair behind her ear. "Was it a guy?"

"Why do you care?"

She shrugged.

"Yes, it was a guy. I'm allowed to have guy friends, mom. Doesn't mean I'm going out with them."

"I know that. It's just... Do you like him?"

I narrowed my eyes, "No. He's just a friend."

"Yeah, but if you don't like him then why did you get so mad that me and John were fighting?"

I scoffed, "Because it is embarrassing. You guys do it literally everyday."

"He better treat you right."

"He's not my boyfriend." Why is it that April and my mother think that Raph and I either make a good couple or are a couple? The guy is barely my friend! I can't even picture myself holding his hand. I mean... He's a turtle. Isn't that illegal or something?

"He better not be like the last guy. Don't think I don't know what he did to you."

I took a deep breath, "Yeah, I know you know. And Raph is not like that. But he's not my boyfriend so it doesn't matter."

My mother smiled, taking a hold of my hand. She chuckled softly, "Is he good in bed?"

My eyes widen in horror, my face growing extremely hot. "Mom!" The taxi guy snorted a bit causing me to turn even more red. "Hey mister, I'm paying you." He shook his head with a small chuckle.

I stared at my moms smiling face, "Well..."

"Mom, he's not my boyfriend!" I grunted in desperation. "He never was and never will be."

"He may not be your boyfriend but you like him. I'm sure you do."

I scoffed, "You don't know me at all."

"Maybe I know what you don't."

What the hell does that even mean? First she thought he was my boyfriend... No. Then she thought I was sleeping with him... Um, gross! How would that even happen? His dick is probably like 12- WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS!? Raph is just gross! He's an asshole and most importantly... Hello, mutant! Last time I checked, I wasn't attracted to mutants. Never was and never will be.

If only I could actually tell my mother, I know she would completely understand why I'm arguing about this. But I made a promise and I'm not going to break it. They trusted me with this secret and I'm not betraying that trust.

"I do know. And it's not happening at all."

My mother chuckled, "Yeah yeah, just don't get pregnant."

I sighed, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

Big Twist. Big, BIG twist! I wonder how this will turn out. Let me know what you guys think!