Chapter 5

Tell Anyone and I'll Kill Her

[Isis's POV]

Thursday Morning

"Ew gross what are you doing?" I asked as I turned to my sister who looked as if she were picking her nose in the small mirror in her locker.

"It's not what you think. I have like a small pimple in my nose! Look." She said as she put her head back in which I lifted my hand up in response.

"I don't want to see."

"But I'm serious, see-"

"Italy!" I screamed in which she put her head back down.

"Well then don't ask what I'm doing if you don't want to see!"

I rolled my eyes as I opened up my locker that sat beside hers.

DING, DING, DING

"Is that the first bell?" I asked with my face in my locker looking for my book.

"Yes." Italy said as she closed her locker. All of a sudden I felt a hard tapping on my shoulder.

"What?" I said as I turned around to Italy who pointed. "Hey isn't that that girl….ummm Monica! The one from the mall?"

I almost caught whiplash to turn and see if it was her and it was in fact that she was indeed her, but why?

"She must be new. She looks like a deer in headlights. You should help her out." Italy said as she winked at me and walked away to her class as I gave her an evil look.

I turned my attention back to Monica as she looked at a piece of paper and then at the lockers then back at the paper.

I mean….she does needs help….this is not an excuse to talk to her.

I nodded to myself as I closed my locker and took a breath. I walked over to her slowly as some people moved out of my way as I walked.

"Uah, Monica?"

Monica looked up from the small piece of paper she was looking at before giving me a heartwarming smile. "Isis."

I nodded as I fixed my bag on my shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Hey. Um….you go to school here?"

Well duh, she's here with her bag Isis. Stupid question.

She nodded. "Yes. I just moved here from Austin, Texas. Today is my first day." She kept her smile.

"That's real nice. What a coincidence to see you here. Um…you need some help? Are you looking for something?"

"It is a coincidence and yes my locker. I can't find it." She said as she handed me the small slip. I glanced at the number before pointing at the locker around the corner. "It's over there." I walked over to it with her following behind.

"Oh, it's so plain." She said as she looked at with disappoint.

"Well yeah. All of them are plain. You decorate them yourself so that-"

"…I..Isis?"

I turned around to a young guy standing with a book in his hands. "Y…you left this…in class yesterday and…I..I though…maybe..I would return it…to you. Umm…Here."

I snatched the book from him. "Maybe I left it there for a reason?"

"Ohh god I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

I looked over at Monica who gave a terrified/confused look.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Get out of here." I stated through gritted teeth as the freshman scattered off.

"What was all that about?"

I shrugged. "Anyways you decorate it to whatever you want."

She still gave me an odd look before she shrugged it off. "What does yours look like?"

I pointed over to the black and red locker with chains and points coming from it.

"Oh…oooooh okay."

"I like black and red."

She laughed. "I see."

DING, DING, DING

"Oh, I have to get to class." Monica said as she looked at the time. I don't know what for thought when she just clearly heard the bell.

"What class do you have?"

"mmmm" She pulled out her schedule. "Ms. Randall, Acting 101."

"Shut up. Me too." Okay Isis, that sounded so girly.

"Walk me there?" She lifted a brow and I nodded.

We finally made it to the room with a small stage and took a seat next to each other.

"Why do people move out of your way when you walk?"

I shrugged. "People…they….they are just a little afraid of me. But I'm a nice person I swear. You'd never have to be afraid of me."

She smiled. "You don't seem scary. I'm not afraid."

I smiled back before class started.

[Ikenzie's POV]

I looked in the mirror one last time before I walked out of my room and to my parent's. I stood outside of the door as I listened to what was going on inside.

"What is this Caterina!?"

"A…a hole."

"Why is there a hole in my shirt when I took the time to show you how to sew yesterday! I told you I wanted this closed by morning! So tell me why there is a hole in it now!?"

"I…I don't know."

"You don't know!?"

"Shhh Ikenzie will hear us."

"Shh I Kenzie will hear us, fuck that! Why is there still a hole in the shirt!?"

"Jade I don't know I'm sorry!"

SLAP!

I gave a small gasp as tears steamed down my face. I ran from their room and into mine before closing my door softly so they wouldn't hear before bursting into tears.

My parents….well Jade, thinks I'm dumb. She thinks I don't know anything about the way she treats my mother, but I know. I hear it and I see it all the time. Isis and Italy may be ignorant to the situation but I am not. And I can't tell anyone. Who can I tell? If I tell….things might get worst. My mother has put up with her for so many years. Well really….the first time I witnessed Jade strike my mother was about 3 years ago after a small fight they had. It seems like since then she's been hitting her. If she'd did it before than, I didn't know anything about it, but I do now.

I've been wanting to confront Jade, but I've been too scared. But I can't let her keep doing this to my mother. I have to say something. Maybe then she'll stop.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

"C'mon Kenzie, you're already late!" Jade said as she knocked on my door and walked off.

I hurried and wiped my tears before exiting my room and running downstairs with my school bag.

"You ready?"

I nodded as she opened the door for me letting me out first.

"What's the problem with you?" Jade asked as we made our way to my school.

I sighed as I turned more to her. "W, would, you e, e, v, ever, hu,hurt, C, c, ca, c, c, ca, ca,….. m, mother?"

She turned to me with huge eyes as we stopped at a stop light. "Why are you asking that?"

I shrugged.

"No, there's a reason you are asking me that. Why are you asking that?" She said in a voice that was as sharp as needles and now I wish I never said anything.

"B, because, I, sa, saw a mo, movie were, th, th, this g, girl was hi, t, hitting he, her wife."

She was quiet as she turned a few corners before she spoke. "Bullshit."

We finally pulled up at my school before she parked the car. She never parks, she just drops me off. Now I know I'm in for it.

She grabbed onto my face pulling me to her. "If you say one word to anybody Ikenzie and I mean anybody, I will kill her. Do you understand me?"

My eyes filled with tears as my breath got caught in my throat.

"Damn it do you understand me!?" She screamed in which I jumped and nodded.

"Say it!"

"I, I, u, unde, und, under, s, st, stand." I said as a tears escaped my eyes.

She smiled. "Good girl." She gave me a motherly kiss on my lips before she let my face go. "Now get out of here before you miss too much of class. Have a good day Ikenzie."

I let myself out of her car before looking back in which she gave a smile and a wave.

Oh my god….

[Tori's & November's Text]

Tori: Hey November.

November: What's up Aunt Tozzi?

Tori: Lol, not much Noveezi!

November: No, no. Just…don't do that.

Tori: (Frowning emoticon) I wanted to do it too.

November: Maybe another day.

Tori: Haha, how are feeling? Any better?

November: Well….not much. Mom's going out of town tomorrow. I'll be so lonely.

Tori: How about you come stay with us for the weekend? You think you'll be well enough too? You could just lay in bed if you want?

November: I'd appreciate that. I hate being alone.

Tori: Where is she going anyways?

November: Who knows….

Tori: Right. Well I can pick you up tomorrow night around 6.

November: Sounds cool.

Tori: Alright see you then. Love you.

November: Love you just as much.

[Isis's POV]

Monica and I actually shared 5 out of 8 classes together and really I'm so glad we do. She's such a nice person and told me a lot about her as I told her about myself. She's really nice girl and…I just…I want to know more about her. I want to get to know her. Maybe? Wait do I? No I don't. Yes, yes I really do.

"Thanks for helping me out today. It was much more easier to have someone to guide me. I was more comfortable with the school." Monica said as we walked over to her plain locker at the end of school.

I smiled. "I'm glad I could help."

I watched her as she put her small books away before closing her locker. "Well I'll see you tomorrow." With that she turned to walk away but I gently grabbed her arm before she could get to far.

"Yes?" She turned back around to me as she fixed her bag on her shoulder.

"…I….Uh….do uh….do you want to uh, catch a movie or something tomorrow? Um…With me?"

She smiled but furrowed her brows. "Isis. You are a really sweet girl, but…I don't look at girls that way. I'm sorry."

My heart dropped. I think I'm going to die from embarrassment right now.

I nodded as I turned to walk away but this time she grabbed my arm. "Isis I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I still would love to go to the movies with you as friends. You were really nice. I owe you anyways." She smiled.

I gave a weak smile back as I nodded. "Okay." But it's not the fucking same.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She gave a small wave and turned to leave as I gave a huge sigh.

I really thought I had her….

[Italy's POV]

I got into the passengers seat of a waiting Isis before closing my door in which she sped off at the moment.

"Dang Isis, can I put my seat belt on?"

"Just shut up okay."

I turned to her after my seat belt was clicked. "What's wrong?"

"I said shut up."

Usually when Isis tells me to shut up or be quiet I listen because she literally means it, but my curiousness and mouth got the best of me.

"Was it Monica? What happened? Please tell me."

"Italy say one more word. I'm not fucking playing with you."

I sighed as I looked out of my window for a moment before I turned back to her. "Did she deny you?"

Before I had a chance to dodge, her fist came in contact with the side of my jaw causing great pain.

"Italy I'm sorry but I told you to shut the hell up."

I rubbed my jaw before sitting back roughly and crossing my arms as I stared out of the window. Isis has hit me before. I told you she's very aggressive but she's never punched me! She went a little too far this time.

It was silent the rest of the ride home and once we pulled in the driveway I was ready to hop out but she grabbed my arm tight not letting me move. "Italy I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just….upset."

I reached up and rubbed my jaw again as I gave her a mugged face. There's no excuses.

"She um….we just….I don't what happened okay. I'm sorry though." With that she let me escape the car. I closed my door and started to walk away and noticed she wasn't following behind.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked as I looked through the open window.

"No. I'm going to take a drive. I'll be right back."

I watched as she pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road.

Something Isis needs to learn is that she can't…just hurt people when she is upset and that's what she does.

And she has the nerve to wonder why people are so afraid of her…

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