I don't own degrassi. This plot I do own. Be weary, this chapter is very sad. Enjoy though.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Jay POV
My gut wrenched. I looked around for a trash can. I couldn't find one (no surprise there). I stepped out into the chilling Canadian air, leaned over the banister and all my lunch spilled out. My poor Lexi was slumped against the wall, unconscious. Her shirt was ripped open and crimson colored blood was everywhere. That jackass would pay. That son-of-a-bitch would get it. But before I could deal him the avenging blow, I glanced at Lexi. She looked so beautiful. She wasn't hurting right now, wasn't freaking out about people seeing her in anguish. I would have to get her cleaned up. I motioned to Mr. Simpson, who was still in shock over her unconscious posture, went to my room to grab a pillow and blanket to put on the couch. I didn't think it was a good idea for Lexi to be moving any place far.
"Mr. Simpson, I don't really know what to do. I was hoping you could take it from here."
"Well, okay." He gulped "I'll go call an ambulance because she is in bad shape and you try to wipe some of that blood off." I looked around. How did Moniek get in to my apartment? Did I forget to lock the door when I rushed out? I collapsed with guilt and reached my pocket for a cigarette. I couldn't find a lighter though, so my bright idea of calming down was crushed. What am I going to do? My inability to think is screwing with Lexi's life. I remember that Mr. Simpson was calling an ambulance and sighed with relief. I opened the towel that was in my hand and went to the sink to get some water and soap and started to clean Lexi off. Never before had she let me see her bruises. I mean the ones that weren't visible anyway. I'm scared at what I might find. My mind drifts off.
It wasn't like it used to be. I mean, there was a point where Lexi and I had to grow up. We weren't innocent little kids anymore. Life was so much easier when we were younger. We still had to deal with her dad's death and her mom's betrayal and my parents' abandonment. It just didn't seem as hard when we had simpler lives. Lexi changed from before Moniek started spending time with her mom. She couldn't look anyone in the eye or keep her eyes from the ground. She was ashamed, I think, that she couldn't protect her mom. She didn't openly talk about her home life. We noticed though, when she would come to school with her knuckles bruised and black marks on her face. She always tried to cover up her pain with make-up and sweatshirts, but what we noticed the most was not physically but emotionally. We, off course, are my homies Sean and Towerz, Amy, and even Ellie.
Lexi and school didn't get along much. She was always at the breaking point, on the edge and anything could turn her on. Like the time she and Emma got into a fight, her and anyone. She needed a way to lash out in anger. And if some stuck-up-green peace happy go lucky easiest life in the world got thrown a punch or two, it's for the good. Lexi wasn't totally hateful, she is a nice person if someone gives her a chance and doesn't judger her for lashing out she might be able to get out of her hell hole.. She felt horrible after every fight she had ever gotten in to. I think she actually thought she deserved the abuse Moniek gave her at home.
One time, after a particularly hard day at home she came to my apartment. I remember asking her why she didn't just leave and let her mom deal with her ass of a boyfriend.
"She doesn't need you; she chose a bottle of beer over you. Why can't you forget her and come live with me." She just looked at me with her blazing eyes. I think she was trying to intimidate me, in order to change the subject. I didn't back down.
"She is my mom. Nothing can stop that." I looked at her with pity. I am pretty sure her mom forfeited her parenting rights the very day she chose Moniek over her own daughter. This wasn't some spoiled brat that she gave up. Nope, this was a girl that would rather take her mom's pain upon herself then see her mom suffer even a little bit.
"Babe, she doesn't deserve you. Nobody deserves you. Leave her." She just looked at me with a cold hard stare. I knew that she wouldn't leave her mother. I didn't even know why I bothered to ask. I didn't understand how she could be so loyal to someone who only caused her pain.
"I won't leave her. I won't let her have to face him alone. Nobody deserves that." My appreciation for the girl that was sitting next to me with an ice bag on her face and a fire in her eye soared that day. I found myself echoing the words she had just told me about her devotion to her mom, and I held her till she fell asleep, with no pain or sorrow. At least until she awoke.
I looked at the towel in my hands. It was soaked with blood. I took Lexi's shirt off so I could rinse her more thoroughly. I gasped and dropped my towel. The anger in me swelled. I turned to the wall and punched it as hard as I could. My baby, the love of my life had scars running up and down her back and chest and abdomen from marks of a whip and heated iron. I didn't even realize the pain shoot up my arm from the effects off sandwiching the wall. It is no wonder that she never wanted me helping her clean up. I jumped when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find EMT's just about bursting in the door. Their faces fell when they saw the sight of my Lexi, laying bloody on the floor and surprisingly in peace.
I'm thinking one more chapter. Review please. And I'm thinking of making a fanfiction about Jane and Spin. Any ideas?