So here we are, five months after the twins are born. I have no idea when the next chapter will be posted.
I was cornered, no where to run. I stared at the bathroom mirror, they were headed right for me.
"Hey Sammy," Said a voice to steady to belong to a kid who's supposed to be in my grade. I sighed, getting ready for whatever punishment for whatever crime I committed. Most times I was lucky to get away with mild humiliation, other times I was lucky as long as I didn't get a scar. I could fight them, I could use what Dean showed me, but I didn't want anyone to know and fighting drew attention. Id have tell mom and dad, Id have to explain to Dean why I didn't fight back sooner, because this has been going on a lot longer than I cared to admit.
I turn to look at Jake Colman, he's fifteen. Dark hair and dark eyes, fits him perfectly. Besides his looks he reminded me oddly of Dean, only a lot more of a jerk. Leather jacket and bad boy I can put you on the ground attitude, and just like Dean he actually can.
"So, what did I do today?" I asked calmly, no sense in drawing this out.
"Don't worry Sam, were not here for you," He said, the guy with him tagged along behind him grinned, like a pack of wolves waiting for there victim. I frowned, wonder what poor kid was going to get the beef of this little gathering. I tried to move past them, only for one to grab the back of my hoodie, pulling me back against the wall.
"Wait Sam, don't leave yet, the fun is just about to start," Jake said, as the bathroom door began to open. The new kid stepped in, he had dark hair and blue eyes with freckles and glasses, a natural target for these guys.
"Hiya Berry," Jake said moving quickly over to the shorter boy. He looked panicked and almost made it to the door before he was grabbed.
I moved to jerk away from the guy who was holding me, only for him to grab my wrist and push me further against the wall.
Don't get mad Sam, DO NOT GET MAD. That's what I told myself to keep from kicking these guys teeth in. Berry, the kid, listened with wide eyes as Jake whispered something into his ear, something bad apparently because the kid looked like he was about to cry. I grunted, shoving back against the guy holding me.
"Sammy's getting restless Jake," The kid called. Jake turned and smiled at me, a sick twisted smile that lite the path for future seriel killers everywhere.
"Hold on Sam, well get to you," He assures me. He pushes Barry up against the wall harder, digging the corner of the sink into his side. I watched as his face twisted up into a pained expression, and then Id had enough.
I push my entire body against the guy hold on to me, shoving him to the ground. I got up kicked him hard in the ribs, making sure he didn't grab me while I was taking care of Jake.
Jake let Berry go, and he quickly fled the scene. Jake turned to me and frowned.
"Come on now Sammy this isn't like you," He smirked. I goes to punch me in the jaw but I duck, plowing into his mid section knocking him to the floor.
"You Sonofa-," He starts before I catch him in the jaw.
He captures my right arm, before something heavy hits me in the back knocking me onto the floor. I felt my jaw hit the bathroom tiles, my teeth cutting into my lip, blood exploded into my mouth filling it with the taste of iron. I roll over and raise up, grabbing the shoulders of the guy I knocked down. He uses my momentary weakness against me, catching me in the eye. I grunt before using my weight to push myself on top.
That's when the bathroom door opened again, with a teacher on the other side.
"Crap," I said breathlessly, rolling off the guy onto the floor. He stands there and scowls at us, eyes racking over the damage.
"All three of you. To the office now!" He orders, pointing out the door. I wince, and wipe the blood oozing down my chin. Yep, I was going to get it for this one.
I sat in a chair outside the office, holding an ice pack on my eye. It was nice and black and Dean was going to be so proud, I thought sarcastically to myself. Of course I knew Dean would be angry, I wasn't supposed to draw attention to myself, or at least I wasn't before. I'm not sure if the rules applied anymore.
"Sam!" I heard Mary calling, Cas tagging along behind her. I sighed, I had hoped Dean would come, but he was busy at work.
"I'm sorry," I said right away, hoping to fend off her anger.
"What happened!" She asks, moving my ice pack away to get a better look at the shiner forming.
"I tried not to! But they were asking for it you should have seen them," I said desperately. I remember when my old foster parents would pick Dean up from school after I fight like this, they'd yell or beat him, no in between.
"Sam just tell her what happened," Cas says from behind her.
I took a breath, "I was in the bathroom and some guys came in and started messing with this kid, so I fought them off," I explained. I knew how she'd see it though, she wasn't like John. Mary had a zero fighting policy, if you can tell a teacher then tell a friggin teacher.
"Sam what could they have possibly been doing that you'd have to fight them over," She asked.
I rolled my eyes, "So you expect me to take a beating and let another kid get messed up in the processes," I snapped. Big mistake.
She glared at me, "Watch the attitude Sam," She warns. I groaned, dropping my head gently in my hands, considering my face still hurts. Of all the days Gen had to be absent.