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“Why me most of all? I am not the only one who
thinks he’s a loser, so why do you act like it’s all me? His own cousin says
he’s trash.”
“You
were not always very popular. I remember you getting teased and picked on in
grade school and junior high. It wasn’t until you got into wrestling that you
stopped being a quote-unquote geek in the eyes of the people who tormented you.
Luckily, you were good at the sport, or they’d still be picking on you. Do you
remember how that teasing made you feel? Do you recall how hurtful that was? Well,
you should try to remember, because you are turning into one those bullies. I
don’t like it--I don’t like it at all. Cade Cantrell has been nothing but nice
the two days he has been here. He is welcome to sit at our table, and if you can’t
be a decent human being, then you can go find a new place to park your ass.” I
pushed past him. The bell was about to ring, and I made it to class just in
time. Cade was already in his seat. We exchanged another smile. I had an
overwhelming premonition this odd boy would be the ruin of me.
***
My
ears perked up as I heard shuffling outside the shed. At first, I wasn’t sure
if it was one of them approaching or an animal sniffing out my scent. The smell
of my regurgitated eggs and coffee was pungent. It was a person, though, I
could tell by the sound of the gait. I decided, without much forethought, to
grab the shovel, determined to whack whoever came through the door, whether it
was Cade or Gordon. In my mind, they both deserved a little pain of their own.
I needed just enough time to make it to the woods where I hoped I could out run
them. I was more confident about my chances surviving the cold, now that Cade
had supplied me with warm clothing.
The
chain rattled, and the shed door opened. The light blinded me after having been
in the darkness for hours. I squinted my eyes and swung the shovel with every
bit of my power. The metal scoop connected with someone’s head, and his body
landed in my puddle of rancid vomit. It would have been funny under different
circumstances. I wasted no time and took off, jumping over the downed form.
Whoever I hit, grabbed for my ankle, but I slipped away. I ran into the woods
like my hair was on fire, not stopping to peer back. Cade yelled my name, his
footsteps quickly making up ground behind me. I was a little rabbit trying to
outrun a hungry coyote, and I needed to hide. No way could I out pace him. He
was faster, despite my sleek design against the bulk of muscle he carried. The
leaves were off the trees, though, so not even climbing upward would give me
cover. I came to a hill and nearly lost my footing while running down it. Water
babbled from a nearby creek, and I sprinted toward the sound while branches
tore at my face. I had no more reached the water’s edge, when he caught me,
sending us both tumbling into the frigid stream. I fought him hard, punching,
and kicking, and screaming. He bled profusely from the wound I’d inflicted with
the garden utensil, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get away from him and had no
problem causing him more damage to achieve that goal.
“Stop,
Ellia, Jesus Christ, just stop it!” he yelled.
“Fuck
you, DONNY,” I screamed, using his fake name. “You are every bit as sick as
that fucker, and I am not going back. You’ll have to kill me.”
“That
can be arranged,” Gordon hollered, a precursor to the shot that reverberated in
my eardrum. I stopped struggling at once and looked to the edge of the brook.
Gordon stood there with his stupid smile. “Where would you like the next bullet,
Ellia?”
“Just
relax, Gordon. I’ve this under control,” said Cade, taking my arm with an iron
grip and leading me onto dry land.
“Yeah,
it really looks like it,” Gordon replied, sizing up the wound to Cade’s head.
“You might need stitches there, boy.” He seemed to find the idea amusing and
laughed. “I told you she was a live one and to watch
thinks he’s a loser, so why do you act like it’s all me? His own cousin says
he’s trash.”
“You
were not always very popular. I remember you getting teased and picked on in
grade school and junior high. It wasn’t until you got into wrestling that you
stopped being a quote-unquote geek in the eyes of the people who tormented you.
Luckily, you were good at the sport, or they’d still be picking on you. Do you
remember how that teasing made you feel? Do you recall how hurtful that was? Well,
you should try to remember, because you are turning into one those bullies. I
don’t like it--I don’t like it at all. Cade Cantrell has been nothing but nice
the two days he has been here. He is welcome to sit at our table, and if you can’t
be a decent human being, then you can go find a new place to park your ass.” I
pushed past him. The bell was about to ring, and I made it to class just in
time. Cade was already in his seat. We exchanged another smile. I had an
overwhelming premonition this odd boy would be the ruin of me.
***
My
ears perked up as I heard shuffling outside the shed. At first, I wasn’t sure
if it was one of them approaching or an animal sniffing out my scent. The smell
of my regurgitated eggs and coffee was pungent. It was a person, though, I
could tell by the sound of the gait. I decided, without much forethought, to
grab the shovel, determined to whack whoever came through the door, whether it
was Cade or Gordon. In my mind, they both deserved a little pain of their own.
I needed just enough time to make it to the woods where I hoped I could out run
them. I was more confident about my chances surviving the cold, now that Cade
had supplied me with warm clothing.
The
chain rattled, and the shed door opened. The light blinded me after having been
in the darkness for hours. I squinted my eyes and swung the shovel with every
bit of my power. The metal scoop connected with someone’s head, and his body
landed in my puddle of rancid vomit. It would have been funny under different
circumstances. I wasted no time and took off, jumping over the downed form.
Whoever I hit, grabbed for my ankle, but I slipped away. I ran into the woods
like my hair was on fire, not stopping to peer back. Cade yelled my name, his
footsteps quickly making up ground behind me. I was a little rabbit trying to
outrun a hungry coyote, and I needed to hide. No way could I out pace him. He
was faster, despite my sleek design against the bulk of muscle he carried. The
leaves were off the trees, though, so not even climbing upward would give me
cover. I came to a hill and nearly lost my footing while running down it. Water
babbled from a nearby creek, and I sprinted toward the sound while branches
tore at my face. I had no more reached the water’s edge, when he caught me,
sending us both tumbling into the frigid stream. I fought him hard, punching,
and kicking, and screaming. He bled profusely from the wound I’d inflicted with
the garden utensil, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get away from him and had no
problem causing him more damage to achieve that goal.
“Stop,
Ellia, Jesus Christ, just stop it!” he yelled.
“Fuck
you, DONNY,” I screamed, using his fake name. “You are every bit as sick as
that fucker, and I am not going back. You’ll have to kill me.”
“That
can be arranged,” Gordon hollered, a precursor to the shot that reverberated in
my eardrum. I stopped struggling at once and looked to the edge of the brook.
Gordon stood there with his stupid smile. “Where would you like the next bullet,
Ellia?”
“Just
relax, Gordon. I’ve this under control,” said Cade, taking my arm with an iron
grip and leading me onto dry land.
“Yeah,
it really looks like it,” Gordon replied, sizing up the wound to Cade’s head.
“You might need stitches there, boy.” He seemed to find the idea amusing and
laughed. “I told you she was a live one and to watch
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