Chad had gone back to the school, lounging in the Home Ec. Room. Back to the scene of the crime, he thought to himself solemnly. The extreme high he had from before was gone, and regret was mingling with his senses. What had he done? How could he? He wasn't quite sure why. All he could think of was Montez laying on the cold ground, beaten and bleeding.
He knew she was in the hospital, time would tell if she was going to be all right. It was all his fault, he couldn't stand it. Why? The question banged in his head. It throbbed so hard he had to turn on his side to vomit. The taste was bitter, and for a second, Chad thought his evil notions had come up along with it.
He rocked himself, trying to put a stop to his crying. He had turned into some sort of monster back there, and nothing could soothe his pain, but some form of forgiveness. He had no idea how he was supposed to do this, but to turn himself over to the police.
And he was going to, just not yet. Not until he stopped crying. Not until some of himself could mend. He prayed to God that Montez was all right. Somehow and someway he would make it okay again.
Chad knew he, himself, could not turn back the clock, but God could make something happen. He was so tired as he watched the sun go down. He was getting ready to head for the police station. He gathered up the evidence: Zeke's baseball bat, and the meth Tomas had brought with him.
Chad knew that being under the influence was no excuse for what he did. But he was too tired to want to leave anything out.
He heard the door slam open, and before he could look up he had taken a punch to the face, and was splattered on the floor. He saw Troy's face with the patch of light that was still seeping into the room. Chad didn't bother to get up, he surrendered to Troy's wrath.
Troy kicked him a few times, before finally breaking down himself. He pulled Chad up roughly, shaking him violently. "Why?" Chad's face went into a sob. "I don't know. I saw you two together, and I just thought I was going to lose you. I never meant to take it that far. I'd do anything to take it back."
Troy cried, his body convulsing. "But you can't, and Gabriella's in the hospital, close to death, and you –" Troy didn't finish, his face went slack, and fury replaced it. He slammed Chad against the wall a few more times til he heard all the air escape from Chad's lungs. He dropped him to the floor and ran out of the room.
Because unlike Chad, Troy didn't want to take the chance of taking it too far. Chad slumped up in the corner of the wall, and despite himself began to sob again.
Sorry that it's sooo short I'll try to do better next time. But some people said I didn't soace the story out that well so I tried lol. I don't know if it worked though. And someone said that I made Chad's character a bit too OoC and for a long while I thought on it, and that person was right, so hopefully this chapter makes up for him.