Right Through Me chapter 2
Disclaimer: same as last
After hours of arguing and fighting, Colby finally convinced Ciara to let Jeanette go to Gotham High, and she was to start immediately. Jeanette sat in the back of the car as Colby drove down the streets of Gotham, Jeanette looked out the window, and her ear buds in her ears as the rain ran down the windows her mind began to wander. The thoughts had kept her up all night, thoughts of her mother and father, why they gave her up, who they really were, what they were like, and if they were even alive still at this point in time it had bothered her so much so that she had been up all night looking up their names to find anything. The search had come up with nothing as they pulled up to the High School, Jeanette opened the door, got out, and slung her back pack over her shoulder as Colby rolled down the window, Jeanette pulled out one of her ear buds, "Behave yourself, I'll be here at two to pick you up, ok?" "Ok." Jeanette said as she put the ear bud back in her ear and walked up the steps. Jeanette felt pairs of eyes staring at her as she walked down the hallway, everyone knew who she was, and her reputation had exceeded expectations. Jeanette looked at the slip in her hand to find her locker when she looked up she saw Terry standing at his, he was talking to some girl, which stopped when he caught a glance at her. Jeanette looked at him from the corner of her eye as she walked by him; he turned his head over his shoulder to look at her, as she stopped at her locker. Jeanette spun the lock on it with the assigned combination, opened it, only to get it slammed shut again, she spun around face to face with Terry who glared at her, "What are you doing here?" he asked as she smirked, "I'm socially acceptable now, no longer need to be home schooled." She said his glare getting more intense, "You were never socially acceptable, even if you are on your medication." "Awe, I missed you too, McGinnis. Now if you'd excuse me." She said pushing him away from her locker, she opened it again and threw her bag inside, grabbing her laptop, "I have class to attend." She said elbowing his stomach hard as she walked by him.
"So she's back, huh?" Max asked making Terry look at her, "Yeah, guess being marked as a manic psycho wasn't enough to be kept home." He said as they walked down the hall to History, "Just because of her pushing that girl back in Middle School doesn't mark her as a manic psycho." Max said as Terry scoffed, "C'mon Max, you know damn well why she did it, she's a psycho." "Ya know, Terry, maybe she's changed and that's why her foster parents are giving her this chance to prove herself." "Well, we'll see I suppose, but it doesn't make sense why they'd send her now, in the middle of the year, I mean we are almost done with the semester." Max shrugged as they walked into the classroom to see Jeanette already there her black hair slung over her right shoulder as she looked intently at her computer screen. Terry sat in his spot as he looked at Jeanette wearily, the fact that her parents had let her out of the house for any other reason than to go somewhere with them was disturbing as much as he used to like Jeanette after the whole incident the year before she had been exposed as a manic depressive, bipolar, and a bunch of other mental issues. Jeanette sat intently listening to their holographic instructor as Terry kept his eyes glued to her as his mind raced from the memories of two summers ago when Jeanette would literally sneak out of the house to meet up with him. The two of them had a fling but it abruptly stopped when Jeanette got a boyfriend the beginning of 8th grade, but it hadn't lasted long, but she and Terry never spoke again after that. Max kicked Terry's shin to get his attention as he looked, the instructor had her eyes on him, "Is something wrong Mr. McGinnis?" she asked as Terry blinked than shook his head, "Then I suggest you pay attention." She said continuing with the lesson. Terry rolled his eyes as a tiny ping caught his attention, he looked at his laptop screen to read a message from Jeanette, "Enjoying the view?" it asked as he looked over at her again, she looked at him from the corner of her eye, a small smirk on her face.
Terry: No, not really. I'm still trying to piece why you are here.
Jeanette: because, I've changed, ever heard of second chances?
Terry: not for delinquents like you.
Jeanette: Delinquent? Me? You wish.
Terry: you act like it.
Jeanette mentally rolled her eyes as the bell rang; she closed the laptop as she looked at Terry who looked at her from the corner of his eye. Jeanette walked up the stairs and out the door that opened into the hallway, she went to the left when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, she turned around noticing that no one was following her, deciding that it was just her mind playing tricks on her she continued down the hall. The students began to fill the classrooms around her she kept walking when she felt someone brush her arm gently, she looked to her left to see a boy with green eyes looking at her, the boy looked like her he seemed to stop slightly but kept walking anyway Jeanette shook her head as she walked to the library for some quiet time in between classes. The library was empty as Jeanette stepped in, she walked over to the window and sat down at the table, she watched as some of the students began walking outside to the courtyard in the rain. Jeanette looked around the poorly lit room as she seemed to imagine a group of kids sitting at another table, the two closest to her were holding hands under the table, both were laughing with the other two about something. Jeanette stood up causing the chair to catch on the rug slightly making a light thud, the four figures turned their heads, Jeanette froze when she looked into the same green eyes she had looked into in Colby's year book, and her blonde hair was cut to the top of her shoulders, a small smile crossed her face as the image faded.
Jeanette rubbed her eyes as a loud thud caused her to scream, she looked to see a newspaper had fallen at her feet, she bent down shaking slightly as her heart pounded, she picked it up to see a recent picture of her mother looking up at her, the caption above read "Manic Finally Caught and sent to Arkham Asylum." Jeanette looked around the library, she was sure she was the only one there, "Hello?" she called waiting for a reply, but when it didn't come she looked back down at the newspaper, it was marked from 5 years ago. Jeanette sat back down at the table as she began to read the article:
Cassata Ann Fuller, 33, (pictured above) was sentenced to life in Arkham Asylum for the murder of her husband Adam Nicholas Fuller, 34, the above mentioned was ruled as mentally unstable at the time of his murder almost two years ago. It is believed that the couple had been stable for numerous years and that this type of attack was not expected to happen, Cassata had been a loving wife to Adam for thirteen years, the two of them had been high school sweethearts and married in their early twenties. "My sister would never hurt, Adam," states middle sister Andrea, "she loved Adam with her whole heart, sure they had their own problems, but they never ever got physical with each other." "Cass is and was a loving wife to Adam," states Adam's mother in front of Gotham Court the day of her hearing, "he never ever complained about her, ever."
After the hearing and the sentence, tears flowed from everyone's eyes, but the tears would not persuade the D.A. or the judge. Cassata plead not guilty to the charge, many believe she was set up by her deranged father, but no one believed that story since her father was killed years before, hence her being sentenced to Arkham. Cassata's older sister, Rachel, and her mother, Harley, both declined to meet with us face to face on the case.
It is also believed that both Cassata and Adam have at least two children, but nothing has been confirmed.
Jeanette continued staring at the article when a loud thud made her jump, "What are you reading?" Terry asked as Jeanette quickly folded the paper, "Nothing." She said putting it under the table, "Sure you're not, why are you reading a newspaper from five years ago?" "It was about my mom." Jeanette said as Terry raised an eyebrow at her, "Ciara?" "No, my birth mom," Jeanette said sighing, "I guess she supposedly murdered my dad and apparently I have a brother or a sister I don't even know about." "That's some rough stuff." Terry answered as she looked at him, "You have absolutely no idea." She answered as she met his eyes, "I think I do, my step-father was murdered by some punk group, but do you see me running around killing people?" Jeanette smirked, "Do you really want me to answer that?" "I don't kill people, never, you know this." Terry said as Jeanette rolled her eyes, "If you're talking about what happened in 8th grade, Terry, save it I didn't kill her she was in a coma." "Maybe murder runs in your family." "You're really starting to piss me off McGinnis; I suggest you stop before I do commit murder." Jeanette said narrowing her eyes at him. Terry shrugged standing up as Jeanette looked back out the window, the rain had stopped falling, but the gloom still hung over the town and it was now fogging up her mind, "Hey," Jeanette turned her head slightly, "if you need help with anything, I'll help you, I'm serious." Terry said putting his hand on her shoulder, "Thanks." Jeanette said as she felt his hand squeeze her shoulder she swallowed hard putting her right hand on it. Jeanette slowly lowered her hand from his as he moved his hand down her arm before letting go of her hand, the bell rang bringing both back into reality, she cleared her throat standing up, "I'll see you around." She said walking past him, her bag slung over her shoulder, "Yeah, I'll see you around." He said as she pushed the doors open, Terry bent down picking up the newspaper, looked at the headline, then at the door, and put the paper down on the table before walking out.
TBC….