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After the second punch, I was down. Usually I could take at least three before I finally cave but this time was different. This time I was getting my face smashed in and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried covering my face but that was no use. The holes in my defense continued to be exploited. One hit after another.
"Stop the violence…stop….please stop…" Brittany had been repeating that for the past few minutes, but Quinn wasn't stopping. She hit me again harder this time. I never realized how strong Quinn really was. I guess this is what she's like when she can't control her anger.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Quinn said hitting me across my face. I felt like my skull was being cracked open and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed Quinn off me and I thought about charging at her and giving her a taste of my fist but I didn't. Quinn was standing with her hips pressed up against her couch and I was lying on my back trying pull myself out of this daze. I felt like an one thousand weight was on my chest and someone had just lit my face on fire.
"You done?" I asked pulling myself up to my feet. I would've fallen right back over if I didn't use the counter for total support.
"I can't believe you did that." I knew she was talking about me kissing Brittany but I didn't understand why she was this mad. I just got my ass kicked and even I wasn't that mad. "Get out Lopez and fucking stay away from Britt." Quinn wasn't leaving this open for discussion. I could tell by the way her hazel eyes looked like they were on fire right now. I looked over at Brittany and she looked terrified.
"High or low Britt?" I asked her quietly.
"I'm low San, I'm really low and it scares me." I wanted to help her but Quinn was standing in between Brittany and me. I should've burned those prescriptions and made sure Brittany never had to take those pills again. I walked towards the door and took one last look at Quinn who was glaring through me. I had to leave, so I did.
I didn't have time to fix up my face. I could save all that for later. Right now I had to run to the food bank because we were close to running out of food. Again. I just threw on a zip up hoodie and jeans and took off. I prayed to God, Allah and David Bowie that no one stopped me on the way there, and thankfully, no one did.
I knew Rachel was going to be here and the way her usually perky expression changed when I got to the front of the line let me know that I wasn't hiding my injuries very well. "What happened?" Rachel asked gently touching my face with her hand.
"Nothing." I muttered as I grabbed my box of food and turned to leave. Rachel ran around the counter and blocked my way to the door. "I got into a fight." I elaborated a little more. Rachel turned to look at her co-worker. They must have been working together for awhile because no words were exchanged, the girl just nodded and Rachel followed me out the door. "This seems sort of familiar." I joked with a resentful tone.
"Who did you get in a fight with?" She questioned. "Those bruises look bad; I can help you if you want-."
"I don't need any help." I assured her. I tried to pick up my pace but those little legs of hers were moving just as fast as mine were. "Quinn hits a lot harder than you think, you know." I said stopping in my tracks. I didn't know whether to look at Rachel or out towards the road. I decided to look at Rachel.
"Quinn did this to you?" She asked in shook. "You're friends though…why did she do this?" Rachel questioned.
"That's a long story." I told her. "She'll forgive me eventually." I said mostly to convince myself. I continued walking towards my apartment with Rachel at my side. "Were you supposed to leave work? I don't want to get you in trouble."
"I sort of expect you to be one of those 'trouble is my middle name' types." I laughed and so did she. "My father bought me a car." She said out of the blue. A little pang of jealousy hit me and I had to look away from her.
"Lucky you." I said between clenched teeth.
"Wanna take a ride?" I smirked to myself but shook my head no. A ride? The only time I ever take rides with people is when I'm actually going somewhere, never for just fun. Rachel's smile faded and so did mine. "Why not? We could go get ice cream or something. It's a hot day out." Rachel offered. I stopped on the sidewalk in front of my apartment debating whether or not I should invite Rachel up or not.
"Um…alright." I said opening the front door to the apartment with my right hand while attempting to balance the box with my left hand. Rachel held the door open to help me and followed me up the steps without saying anything. "I'm just gonna put this inside." I told her once we were standing outside my door. When I heard the floorboards creek from the steps I looked over to see Sammy and Blanco Ramirez walking up the stairs. They looked over at Rachel and I with sadistic smirks. "Come in." I urged Rachel before those guys could even think about giving us a hard time.
I could feel Rachel's eyes on me as I put the food in my small beat up cupboards in my weak excuse of a kitchen. I could feel the judgment even though she wasn't saying anything. When I turned around Rachel was standing only a few inches away from me. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it when she brushed my hair out of my face and examined my bruises more carefully.
"I can fix those up for you." She offered. I stifled a laugh.
"No thanks." I said putting the last can up. Rachel backed up and looked down at the ground.
"I took a class on conflict mediation, I'm sure I could help you and Quinn work through this if you wanted me to. I mean there's clearly a root to this problem-."
"Which is none of your business." I said smiling at the shorter girls attempts at understanding. I could tell that she just wanted to help me out which I thought was rather sweet. "Are we going to get ice cream or what?" I asked and Rachel beamed before we exited my apartment. We began walking towards the steps when I saw that Sammy and Blanco were standing there blocking our way. There was no other way down so I continued walking towards them. "Excuse me." I said in a harsh tone.
"You go in there for a quickie Lopez?" Sammy asked rudely checking out Rachel.
"You got a death wish? Say some shit like that again and I'll claw out your eyes asshole." Sammy looked at his brother waiting for some backup, which never came. I knocked my shoulder into Sammy, he nearly fell down the steps backwards as Rachel, and I moved past them.
"Thanks." Rachel said with a pink tint spreading across her cheeks once we were outside.
"God you're welcome." I said rolling my eyes at how bashfully shy she'd become. "Now come on, I wants to get my ice cream on."
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